A Most Beautiful Game || Closed RP @Via-Infinitus
The Puppet Master was no fool. He had enemies. Many of them. Both in this reality and outside of it. For those inside this reality, he could easily deal with them. A quick show of force well beyond any normal capacity was still within Maxwell's grasp. But to those outside the reality?
Well, Maxwell cared little for them. Even if they did arrive to take some form of vengeance, justice or whatever they call it, the Puppet Master would only continue. He had come this far, and now that he was free, what else could happen to him?
In all honesty, Maxwell's arrogance still was one to get to him. And it was during a particular reading of that mysterious codex was Maxwell graced with the presence of an old... acquaintance.
"Ah... hello there, Beatrice..." The Puppet Master started, closing the book in his hands. "What brings you to my... humble camp?"












