King Ratigan

@king-ratigan

Otis Ratigan. 36 years old. Works at head of the security in the Disney Circus. The charismatic british gentleman who enjoys dark humor, long speeches and the afternoon five tea. Also has the tendency of being theatrical and sadistic motherfucker. Bravo! Bravo! A marvelous performance! Although I was expecting you fifteen minutes earlier. Trouble with the chemistry set, old boy? Rp-chara. FC: Michael Fassbender.

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THE RULER&THE KILLER | a playlist for that ethereal couple, who for all their softness with one another, can take a kingdom down from within to it’s barest foundations. [ listen ]

i. kid cudi — the ruler & the killer // ii. lorde — glory and gore // iii. florence + the machine — seven devils (kraddy remix) // iv. the white stripes — seven nation army (glitch mob remix) // v. alpines — empire (creep mix) // vi. yeah yeah yeahs — heads will roll (a-trak remix) // vii. professor green ft. sierra kusterbeck — avalon (patrick hagenaar club mix) // viii. yeasayer — rome

#tdccharlotte #chaotis #my perfect feline

I set you apart || Chaotis

When he spoke of how quickly he could get the two of them away, it truly settled in of how elated she was that she had made the right decision of returning instead of throwing her life away. How could she possibly give a single care about her parents or siblings when she got to spend the rest of her life with the man who held her heart in his hands? It wouldn’t be easy, she was sure— they’d have their ups and downs like any other couple— but there was no one else she wanted to take that risk with. They would make it through; they’d already endured the hardest part of revealing their feelings in the first place.

“Perfect,” she agreed, unable to stop the smile blooming across her features— not that she even wanted to, really. “I’ve only one person to depart with, so I’ll easily be ready that soon.” Then he brought up their options regarding their items, and she shook her head. “Just leave everything here,” she dismissed. None of her belongings had much sentimental value to them, anyway, besides the onyx necklace still around her neck. “I want to start over completely, just the two of us and Frona.”

"Just the three of us", Ratigan repeated and pulled Sabor closer to him embracing her in a bit and warm hug. Or as warm as it could be in that pouring rain. There really weren't that many things Ratigan would need with him. He could even leave his car here, because he had people who could sell it, and you could always buy a new car if you wanted one that looked the same. "I'll make the calls. We'll leave as first thing in the morning", he added and loosened the hug so he could place his lips on Charlotte's. "Do what you need and see me back in the apartment after that." Ratigan smiled, just a bit, but it was a smile. Leaving this hellhole was really the thing he needed right now, and getting Sabor with him was even better. Otis kissed Sabor's forehead before letting go and then he was already walking away.

I set you apart || Chaotis

When Sabor tasted the salty addition of Ratigan’s tears to the rain, she just clutched him tighter, grasping as though he was an anchor she used to keep her grounded in the midst of a hurricane. And, in a way, he was; he was her rock, her solace and her entire heart— and she would never, ever let him go again. The relief that coursed through her was indescribable; it was impossible to put into words how grateful she was that he was still here; he was here and he hadn’t left her.

Once she’d pulled back a little, arms still wrapped around him, she listened to him speak and felt another pang of guilt when he mentioned how he’d stayed because he didn’t want to leave without informing her— like she’d left him. But what she hadn’t expected was an offer. Her eyes widened slightly at the idea of getting as far away from everything that had been fighting her in this continent; this was her chance to start anew. “Yes," she breathed when she found her voice, nodding vigorously. "Oh, yes, I will. I would like nothing more than that. I would follow you to the ends of the earth if it meant I got to be with you.” She smiled, then, feeling rather warm all the sudden despite the chill. “I just want you.”

Ratigan wasn't just Sabor's anchor -- she was his too. She made him feel whole, especially when he already almost lost her once, and now that she was back, Otis did feel like he was whole. She was what he wanted, what he needed. She was his future.

"I want to go soon as possible. I can get us a way out for tonight. Maybe even for few hours from this moment. I just need to inform the girls that I'm going, but that's all I need to do. You, me and Frona. I still have my house in London, we can move there. We can sell everything from here, send them over to London or just leave them behind. I don't care."

I set you apart || Chaotis

Quite frankly, Sabor was terrified. Not only of her feelings for the other person, feelings she’d never allowed herself to feel, but out of the idea of what it would be like if Ratigan were to still turn her away after what she’d done. The idea of losing him was… no. No, she simply couldn’t bring herself to think about it.

When Ratigan moved to stand directly before her, she gazed up at him, resisting the urge to reach out and place her hand on his chest. For a moment, she thought he was going to shake his head and walk away, but then he was kissing her and she was powerless to the way her body melted into his, relief flooding through her veins as her arms wound around his neck. Her apology poured into the kiss, her devotion and her love and her need for him and only him.

It was Ratigan's time to let the tears come. He wasn't someone to cry, but now that he had gotten over emotional about everything that had been happening during the last few weeks, he just let it show. Nothing else mattered right now than the fact that Charlotte was finally really back, in his arms, kissing him back. Not even the fact that he had tears falling down his cheeks.

Ratigan broke the kiss after a while. "I'm getting enough of this place. I miss London. I've been missing it for a while already, but I didn't understand how much until you left. I wanted to go to London right after I read your letter, but I couldn't, because I hoped you would come back here. I didn't want to leave without letting you know. So I stayed. But now that you're back.. Would you go there with me? Share my true life?"

I set you apart || Chaotis

The allowance to cry was something she’d long denied herself, and it was funny, really, how she seemed to have been doing a fair amount of it in the past couple weeks. Once, she viewed it as an action to frown upon— she’d been taught that as she grew up, and had detested every notion of it for quite some time— as though it were a sign of weakness. Whether or not she still believed as such, she wasn’t sure, but she didn’t really care about such trivial details at the moment.

Sabor faltered for a moment, having not even realized what she’d said, really; the words had just poured out of her mouth. But Otis had (thankfully) heard, and there was no use in— no point or desire in— retracting them now, so hazel irises returned to aquamarine ones as she nodded. “Yes,” she admitted, quietly, before she moved to elaborate. “See, Otis, that’s why I couldn’t go through with it: it wasn’t worth throwing the rest of my life— my future with you— away. All this time, I— I’d thought what I wanted most was them gone. But I realized,” she swallowed faintly, the tears having ceased but not bothering to wipe their remnants away since the effort would have been futile given the rain still pouring around them, “I realized what I wanted most, what would make me the happiest and what has made me happy for a while now, actually, is you.” There was a shaky inhalation on her end before she completely laid her heart on the line with five simple words: “I love you, Otis Ratigan.”

It started to make sense. It made Ratigan to realize something too. He wouldn't have been that upset and angry of Sabor going if it wouldn't have been that he was scared of losing her. Even the idea that Charlotte would never come back to him made him scared. And now he realized the reason why. At first Otis had been sure it was just the fact that he didn't know everything and he always wanted to know everything, but now that Charlotte had said it, Ratigan knew what the real reason was. He loved her and didn't want to lose her. He wanted to keep her next to him for the rest of his life.

Ratigan moved closer stopping right in front of Sabor. For a moment he just watched into her eyes, then leaned closer and kissed her moving his hand gently on the side of her neck. The kiss was soft, but you could feel the sadness, missing, mixed feelings, relief and happiness in it.

I set you apart || Chaotis

She was losing him. And understandably so, but that didn’t make it any easier. The more Sabor listened to him, the more she realized what she’d done was— most likely— unable to be fixed. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t try her damnedest to, though, as Charlotte Sabor never gave up anything without putting in a fair fight; he’d have to pull her away from him kicking and screaming if that’s what he truly wanted. A few tears leaked from her eyes without her permission, but perhaps she could blame it on the rain. No, she decided— she would do no such thing. She was crying and there was no use disguising it, as she was doing so because she’d fucked up rather poorly.

She had quite the nasty habit of fucking up, it seemed.

”I know you trusted me,” she breathed, voice wavering. “I know how difficult it was for you to allow yourself to, and I went and I shattered your trust, like it meant nothing. It was the most careless— the most selfish thing I’ve ever done, and I have no excuses for it. But I hadn’t meant—” her voice broke off sharply, another sob threatening to escape her, but she clamped her hand over her mouth before it could be released. The attempt was futile, however, as the moment she removed her hand, it just bubbled out from her anyway. Even if it hadn’t, the thickness of her cadence would have been a dead giveaway. “Do you really think I meant to cause the man I love harm? That was not my vendetta, Otis, and you don’t know how badly I wish I could go back in time and squash my foolish ideals— but I can’t. I pulled an absolutely dick move, and I’m not asking for your forgiveness; we both know I don’t deserve that. All I can do is stand here and attempt to even begin to express how very sorry I am.”

Ratigan knew that if they would get into a real fight he could bring her down with just few words if he wanted to. But in reality he didn't want to do that, she was already crying, but Ratigan's heart felt cold. Normally he would've embrased her, tell her to stop crying, but now that anger was the emotion that had filled him, anger was the only thing he could think of.

He was about to tell Charlotte to save her words, but then he realized what she really had said. 'The man I love'. Ratigan ended up just staring at Charlotte, trying to understand did he really hear it right. All of a sudden the anger started to fade away and the true feelings started to show. You really could see from Otis' eyes how he had missed Charlotte and how sad he really felt. But her words.. If they really were true, Ratigan knew he couldn't be angry anymore. Maybe he was foolish to forgive just because of few little words, but the idea of her loving him made his heart feel warmer. "..you love me?"

#tdcsabor #huge gif is huge

I set you apart || Chaotis

Waiting for Ratigan to explode was like listening to a fuse run out on a ticking time bomb in the dark; you knew it was going to happen, you just didn’t know when. And then it happened; he was pouring everything out of him, every ounce of hurt and anger and betrayal, and she could do nothing but stand and take it, swallow down the constriction of her throat and take every single word that she knew she deserved. His words hit her like far physical blows to the gut (no, no, they hit worse; she’d dealt with physical punches before, on many accounts, but they were nothing like the pain that shot through her now), and she felt her bag slip from her shoulder, though she made no move to retrieve it— instead paralyzed in her spot as he roared at her.

This was the unbridled rage she’d never gotten to witness before, and she wished she didn’t have to— not because she didn’t deserve it, but because she wished she hadn’t put him in the position to have to display it. She remained silent during the entire tirade, forcing herself to stare him in the eyes the entire while, and while she flinched here and there at the force of his shouts, she did not take a step in any direction, as though she’d grown roots. When he was finished, she took a deep breath, grateful that the rain could hide how her eyes were welling up with tears (or maybe it didn’t conceal this much, but she couldn’t bring herself to care). “I never did this to hurt you, Otis, but I did and I am so sorry. I know it’s easy to say that, to apologize, but I truly am, and—”

She inhaled a shaky breath before continuing, eyes flickering down to the ground and watching the raindrops fall off her nose and eyelashes. “This was truly something I felt I had to do, something I’ve felt the need to do since I was a girl. I felt like I couldn’t tell you because I was afraid that you wouldn’t let me go, or you’d try to insert yourself into the situation and I didn’t want to put you in that kind of position— or maybe I was afraid that you would let me go; I don’t even know.” She swallowed and shook her head, knowing very well how foolish she sounded. “I only told two people I was leaving, and I didn’t tell them why; Otis, I told you the most out of anyone. And I know that doesn’t make anything better.” Suddenly, her eyes flashed back up to his, voice sounding much like a croak as she felt a sob try to crawl its way up her throat. “I never wanted to make you feel pain, to make you feel stupid or insignificant and as though all the faith and trust you enlisted in me was all for naught. You have to know that I never intended for any of this to purposely hurt you; your pain is the last thing I would ever wish upon you.”

Ratigan wanted to hear reasons why Charlotte did what she did, but at the same time he just wanted to tell her to go away and stay out of his sight - which would be bit hard in the circus, since Ratigan did see the whole place all the time. But he did listen what she had to say, but it didn't help the feeling of pain inside of him. The man huffed, trying to swallow part of his anger, pretty much failing on it. "I trusted you. You know what power means to me, how I want to know everything. You have no clue what it makes me feel when someone I truly trusted betrays me, leaves things untold and disappears knowing I can't find her. I don't care if you told me the most or not - you wrote me a fucking letter. Just black characters on a white page, forming words that didn't explain anything. You sleep your nights next to me. You sit by the dinner table with me. I'm not a stupid man, I don't let my guard down just for anyone. You knew that you know more than others, you knew it wasn't easy for me to let you in to my real world. The least thing you could've done would've been that you'd tell me you are going to walk out to do something stupid. I thought that was what we agreed on. No secrets. In my world that means exactly that. There's nothing left out from the other. But you did the exact opposite. Betrayed my trust. Would it've been fun to you when I finally find out what you've done and where you are now? That you're sitting in jail from a murder, just because you were stupid? You know who I am, you know what I'm capable off, but still you thought it would be a great idea to leave a letter. I fucking trusted you, Charlotte."

#tdccharlotte #*puts the heart into a glass cabinet*

I set you apart || Chaotis

Two weeks. Two weeks she’d been gone, leaving everyone in the lurch— or, well, half in the lurch, depending on who the person was. In hindsight, she knew that Ratigan had probably stationed one of his employees to be watching over the security cameras 24/7, just as she would have forced one of them to if the roles were reversed. Though, he probably would have told her if he had to leave for whatever reason. It was difficult to imagine such a prospect, simply because their circumstances differed so starkly. Of course, while imagining if they’d been in each other’s shoes was purely rhetorical, her situation currently was not, and that was what she had to deal with.

Her mind tripped over itself as it ran so quickly her thoughts couldn’t keep up, before it screeched to a halt at the sight of him standing beneath a lone lamp, the rain illuminated in the light.

His displeasure could be easily read by his stance; you’d have to be terribly daft not to notice it. She could see the sharp, strong line of his set jaw, the way his hands were curled into fists, the stiff lines of his posture and the inferno beginning to simmer behind his set irises. The column of her throat wavered as she swallowed, and she cautiously but surely made her way over until she stood naught but a yard or two away, at the very edge of the circumference of light the post provided. Oh, how to begin? There was so much she had to tell him, but her voice caught in her throat, refused to budge until she managed to summon enough courage. “Otis…” she began, trailing off and her voice almost drowned by the precipitation that cascaded down around them.

Ratigan tried his best to stay calm, but it was hard since his anger was pushing his calmness down and it was making his breathing stronger. You could literally see how his chest moved up and down in a bigger movement than it usually would. In his head Otis just kept on saying the word 'calm' over and over again, but the closer Sabor got, the harder it was.

He tried to stand still and quiet. He just stared at Charlotte, waiting for something. He didn't know what he was waiting, but whatever it was, he was waiting for it. But when he heard his first name come out of her mouth, Ratigan waved goodbye to his calmness and quietness. "What the hell were you thinking?" he scowled angrily and threw his right hand in the air taking a step forward. "You think it's okay to just leave one fucking note, ha? You know how I am. I trusted you. And this is how you pay me? Leave one. fucking. note." At this point Ratigan didn't care how he was actually almos yelling at Charlotte and that someone might hear him. He didn't care, he was frustrated, angry and relieved. He just didn't know the right way of channel those feelings, so he just let the anger show the way.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out that you spoke with everyone else than me, telling them you're going? What do you think it made me think? We were supposed to be partners. But does partners do something like this to the other one? Just disappear without a word? No. You should've explained to me. Do you know how fucking stupid you are? You did this to show me there's no point of trusting others as much as I trusted in you. I told you about me, things no one else knows. And you just left. Yeah, you came back now, but what makes you think I'm okay with that? I tried to find you, I haven't slept because I've been staring at the monitors, making calls, figuring out where you are. But you did know that I can't get intouch with you when you go over the border. You did that in purpose. You didn't want me to find you. You wanted me to feel abandoned. You wanted me to feel stupid and powerless. You wanted me to lose my mind. So congratulations, you did all that. And look what's there now? I'm yelling at you, in this fucking rain, and I don't give a fuck. I made my workers to check the screens so I could sleep at least for few hours. But you know what, you keep on haunting me. Every fucking time I close my eyes, I know I shouldn't sleep, because I should keep on tracking you down. It's fucking frustrating. And you probably just enjoyed it all. So go ahead, laugh at the mess you made. Are you happy now, ha?"

I set you apart || Chaotis

It was raining.

No, not raining, storming. Relentless in its thunder and lightening, low rumbles that echoed in the distance until they gradually developed into a cacophony of booms.

Such a mundane observation would have been something she’d scoff at herself for even thinking— well, no shit, Sherlock. Regardless, it was clear that the Charlotte Sabor returning was not the same as the one who’d left. That wasn’t to say she was drastically altered past the point of recognition; no, she was still on the sour side, skeptical and unamused as ever, but there were certain feelings for another brewing that she had not allowed herself to acknowledge before her departure that were now evident, and it startled her. No matter whether or not she was the same, however, the rain was still rather fitting for the situation, as certainly her reunion with Ratigan would be anything but bright sunshine and sparkling rainbows.

Drawing back to earth, Sabor realized that her taxi driver was asking whether or not she’d brought an umbrella. Her brows furrowed, though her eyes remained trained on the Circus gates outside the window (whether they were closed due to the weather or the late hour, she was not sure); why did he care? That was not his job or his concern, and she didn’t see why it had to be. “No,” she replied curtly before handing him the fee she owed, gathering her duffle bag, and stepping into the downpour. It did not take more than a second or two for her hair to accumulate the dampness and cling to her skin; her clothes felt heavy as they soaked the water. For a while, she just stared at the gate, breathing shallowly as she tried to summon the courage to move forward. She was not scared of much, had hardly ever been afraid before, but the idea of losing Ratigan was… no, she didn’t want to think about it.

Gritting her teeth, Sabor mentally scolded herself, adjusted the strap of her bag over her shoulder, and pushed the gate open, slipping inside and making her way for the usual path she took to get to the apartments.

Ratigan's days had been like hell lately. He didn't sleep well, he kept on checking his phone, his emails, the security cameras of the circus, and every other possible thing almost around the clock. He still wanted to know where Sabor was, was she okay, had something happen, should he go over there to get her back.. So many things, so many incoherences, and so much anger in Ratigan.

He had been a pain in the ass to his workers because of all this. He had given them inhuman tasks to do, just to keep them out of his way and sight. But the last few days Ratigan couldn't stay awake anymore and he had to take short naps now and then to be able to keep on standing. His researches had came back without any results, there was no sign of Sabor. But Ratigan had made sure if Sabor would come back to circus, there would be someone always monitoring the security screens and that person would let Ratigan know in the instant second when she's spotted that she's back.

Ratigan had went to take a short nap into his apartment, laying on the couch and he was just about to fell asleep when his radiophone crackle. "Feline at the treetops. I repeat. Feline at the treetops." Ratigan jumped up from the couch and it really didn't take for too many seconds for him to be outside. It was raining like no tomorrow, but Ratigan didn't care even one bit. He needed explanations and he wanted them now. Then he saw her. There she was. Just walking like nothing was wrong. Ratigan's fingers curled into fists, his jaw got tensed and he just wanted to yell. But he didn't. He just walked into the light of one of the lamp-posts, stayed completely silent, but let his anger show from his posture. He wasn't pleased. Oh no, he was almost in the stage of rage.

#tdcsabor #chaotis

Yes?

hedgedruid-deactivated20231125

Well that was a relief. He breathed a slow sigh through his nose just letting the tension melt away. Okay. Not a creeper. "A’ight," he agreed with a nod, walking with conviction after the man into the strange room full of TVs. "Oh no. By all means. Show them. Show the world what I did. Set an example," he said in that same calm deadpan but watched him with a scrutinizing eye. "What’s the deal?"

"You are young, you are quick. I need persons like that", Ratigan said and sat down on the chair turning towards the screens starting to check the recordings where Pascal would be seen to kick the poor guy's ass. "Though I need to see your worth first before I can give you more details", he added looking at the screen where the way bigger guy was ending on the ground and in few seconds there was no sign of him - or Patrick - since Ratigan deleted the part of the tape. "Any experience with sleight of hand?"

Yes?

deputywoody-deactivated20140930

Woody would have liked to give Ratigan more, but he didn’t have anything else to say. He wasn’t really told a lot about this trip she was taking and could tell that neither was Ratigan. Hearing him speak, Woody nodded in acknowledgement. “Okay. Thank you again.” He said before leaving the mans office.

Ratigan nodded as an answer to the thank you, but he didn't say anything. He just waited Woody to step out of the room and close the door behind him. When Ratigan was alone in the room again, he threw the pen from his hand on the opposite wall, ran his arms through his desk letting lot of things and papers drop on the floor, and with a grunt he hit his fists on the table causing a loud thud-sound. He wanted to know where Charlotte was and he was getting really frustrated because he didn't know anything. Him and frustration didn't really work that well together.

Yes?

deputywoody-deactivated20140930

Woody was surprised when the man spoke again and he stopped, turning away from the door and closing it behind him. Ratigan’s statement threw Woody off a little bit. What had Sabor told him? Or he guessed it was more like what had Sabor not told him. He crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged. “She told me she was going home for a little bit to visit her parents. I asked her if she was coming back and she said she was going to try.” He told the man honestly. He didn’t know much about what she was doing on this trip, but he was a little concerned for her. “I only asked you because the conversation seemed…off. Even for a conversation between Sabor and I. But it seemed like there was more she wasn’t telling me.”

Ratigan listened, but he didn't hear anything he didn't know and he hated it. He wanted to know more, he needed to know more. But there seemed to be no way to know more. Sabor had disappeared and Ratigan seemed th be the only one who didn't hear about it straightly from her, but he was still the only one who knew more than others. He crossed his rams over his chest too and leaned back on his chair. "That is all. You can go", he said after a moment of silence with a completely normal voice again, and leaned back forward to check the papers on the desk. "I will let you know when we find the guy who took your stuff."

Yes?

lilypelekai-deactivated20140528

*blinks and looks at him* I should? *nods and straightens herself up, before looking up at him* Dearest sir, would you be so kind as to help me with a small conundrum that I seem to be having? It would be a great pleasure to have a man of your stature assist me in this predicament.

*stares and eventually points the door* Leave.

Yes?

basilthemastermind

I got this job because I am intelligent and gifted, unlike others. I really don’t understand why you are questioning. I’ve done nothing to convince you that I’m ‘lousy’. Honestly I think you’re quite lousy yourself but I suppose you won’t even listen because you hate me for some reason. What on earth do moustaches have to do with this? I need a warrant! A search warrant! I’m speaking English; I don’t think it’s that hard to understand.

*raises his brow and starts to laugh* You just proved my words to be true. You are stupid. You think you are oh so clever and smart, but that's just bullshit. You are nothing. Though the moustaches might help a bit. Or well, no, they wouldn't make your face look good. Oh! Let me test how stupid you really are. If an electric train was going east at about 100 MPH and the wind was blowin west at 22 MPH which way would the smoke blow?

Yes?

jessicamelodyrabbit-deactivated

I…I just wanted to tell you thank you for everything that your security team does for the circus, especially in my case. I’d like to take you out for a drink.

*stares at the woman* A drink? *lets the slight anger hide away from the way of the overly gentlemantic Ratigan* I never say no to a beautiful woman and free drinks. *gets up from his chair and walks next to Jessica* After you, miss Rabbit. *gestures her to go from the door first*

#tdcjessica #8D

Yes?

deputywoody-deactivated20140930

Woody didn’t know how much Sabor told Ratigan or what went on between them, but he figured if anyone was going to know about her trip it should be him. Although, when Ratigan finally answered him, he could tell that something wasn’t right. Sighing and nodding his head, Woody stood there for a quick moment before responding. “Okay. Well, thank you again for the help with my equipment.” He said, turning to leave the mans office.

Ratigan was going to let Woody to just walk out, but the way he replied to him made Ratigan to lose part of his temper. Just a bit of it, a really small bit, and it made his always so calm posture to get a bit more fire in it. He pushed the pen against the paper making it sink in it. "You know something I don't", he said with a completely different tone than he had use before. This one was a small hint of the true Ratigan who didn't take any bullshit and who made people suffer. "Tell me what you know." His gaze moved up to Woody's eyes and Ratigan's eyes were even more blue and icy as they normally were. He wanted to know what Woody knew about Sabor, and he wanted to know now.

Yes?

hedgedruid-deactivated20231125

"No. No more names. Just mine," he said coldly, fairly adamant about this. "If they want their names added, then they can kill and impale their own damn asshole." Again, his face was expressionless as this was clearly not a popular idea with the little artist. But when Ratigan stated that he had ‘something else in mind’, Patrick’s walls went up and fire came to his eyes when the idea of going off into another room full of TVs was introduced. "I’m not doing that, you sick bastard." Ooooohhhh, he was probably taking this completely the wrong way (he really was), but damnit, he was fourteen and he’d just said the guy he’d killed had touched him inappropriately. "I’ll just leave his body there for the buzzards, thanks."

Ratigan couldn't believe what the kid just said. Him, Otis Eadmund Alphonsus Flavian Ratigan, being a sick bastard? In many ways yes, but him touching children? No. Maybe kidnapping them, or well, not just maybe, he did kidnap people, but to use them? Never. He wasn't that kind of man. So he bursted into a laugh. "I'm not going to touch you in any way, Patrick. I want to talk to you and offer you a deal. And to prove my words to be worth of trusting, that's why I'm asking you to come here, since I will show you that I will delete all the tapes that show you doing what you did. But only, if you agree on my deal."

#tdcpatrick #:'DDDDDD

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