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// hii how’s everyone doing? I’m finally back, life took a crazy turn but I’m back and am planning to be active a lot on this account! Feel free to send me a message or give this post a heart if you’d like to roleplay with Reaver! <3

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"The fuck you looking at?"

“ Oh my ! Someone's in a bad mood~ ”

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I strongly believe that Reaver in Fable 3 was highly inspired off Dr. Frank-N-Furter from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. The makeup, the diva vibe, the no concept of morality, the queerness, the confidence, the voice. Just everything about him screams Reaver to me.

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Cheka couldn't help but cant his head to one side as he spotted the man before him or more specifically the heart mark. "Are you part of Ace's dorm?" the cub questioned taking a step forward in interest. "Cause I can help you get back there if you're lost."

The tycoon's body shocks up from suddenly being startled by some kid coming nearer to him then he'd ever allow such little tatty rat to be so close to his aura. A long blackened heart now hammering against his chest from the sudden surprise now comes to its relief as he heaves a heavy sigh whilst dramatically rolling his eyes. “ What do you want? ” He snapped, warning Cheka as he bares his teeth in his usual diva snarl that would clearly hint his disgust for children. He's had enough of these little accidents knocking on his manor its doors or randomly clutching themselves around his legs claiming he's the father. And oh boy weren't they wrong. This man probably has made most of Albion's population thus far, yet child support was something that'd never happen, not on his watch. He'd offer them a job at his industries that's for sure, but anything more than that was one big no go. “ No… I'm no part of Ace's dorm or whatever that may be. It's just makeup. Now shoo, off you go, tatty bye! ” He waved his hand around before bringing it to rest upon the dragonstomper .48 that yet awaits to be freed from its holster to, you know, silence this little rat just in case it would yet again claim him to be its father. He's had enough of that nonsense already.

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Go on anon and flirt with my muse.

Cheesy pick-up lines, raunchy jokes, sincere compliments, anything goes!

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REAVER INDUSTRIES WANTS YOUR MUSE!

Askbox open; please fill in the contract below and perhaps you’d get lucky to be working for Reaver Industries ~ ♥

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Reaver was a high-maintenance narcissist. Needy, demanding and very talkative; incessantly about himself and his many successes. A true charmer and pretty nice at first when it comes to being blessed with a silver tongue, as he is eloquent and persuasive, he happened to be wise and used the skills of wisdom to wrap anyone around his finger however he likes. And that's where the red flags begin to show. As a man who knows what he wants, whenever he wants it and how to get it... even when it might cost other people their mental health or very life; Reaver was toxic and not just your average diva. He was careless for the world around him and clearly intrusively preoccupied by himself to a rather troubling extent. Showering in attention, swimming in wealth and living a carefree privileged life. Shooting anyone who as little as annoys him or just for the sake of his sick-minded, yet to him, lighthearted pleasure. It was better to stay clear from this man, yet once you get a taste of this diva, one would find themselves addicted.

The bar its doors flung open, arms widely outspread with one in black gloved hand elegantly keeping its fingers up in an evil claw-like pose whilst he balances on a golden cane. And there he stood, in his unique, full lively and bold presence. His head held high, a smirk so smug painted on a beyond mortal pale visage. So alarming, all the red flags screamed run, yet that very vibe enchants that black heart on his cheekbone with such charm and just as his deep brown eyes flickered its soul-piercing dominant look at the crowd who awed him; it was already too late, as he had come to yet again pollute another world with his toxic mark on it. “ Why hello there~ ” A high-pitched posh tone reverberates as he spoke with such flair, reaching out above everyone else which clearly showed his lack of care for others but himself. Even when he'd then finally move forward towards the bar coated in white dotted fur that elegantly moves along with his excessive model-like walk, it revealed his maid hyperventilating behind him who clearly had been struggling all the way up here whilst carrying a ridiculous amount of heavy bags full of his beyond unnecessary belongings. It was more than clear that this man had an excessive interest and admiration for himself only and it was a wonder that people even wanted to serve him. But did they really have a choice back in his world?

Reaver raised his brows at the tall blond slumping over the bar, numbing his senses away with generous sips of strong liquor, something Reaver could relate to very much and not only in this moment. A faint baring of his front brilliant white teeth then painted an alarming expression of an amused smirk mixed with a muted diva snarl upon noticing the man before him, and so his steps follow in the direction that'll lead him to probably ruining this man's life even more. “ Enjoying yourself there, handsome? ” Reaver winked as he stood a little too close into Seifer's aura, resting his elbow onto the bar's wooden surface for his chin to find a comfortable seat into the palm of his hand as he'd seductively eye the man sitting next to him. He then yeets his cane over to his maid who just barely managed to keep her balance near them, causing her to trip over and get stuck underneath all of the heavy bags from failing to keep control over the sudden reflex of wanting to catch the cane. But just like expected, Reaver paid no more attention to her than merely chuckling in response to her clumsiness whilst he'd bring his hand up to playfully run his fingers through the white thick fur of his coat in a flirtatious way. “ How about the next round is on me, hmh? ”

Starter for @xtattybye​ It had been one of those days that could only be described as a thorough shitshow, filled with disasters, annoyances and every kind of negative outcomes one might think of, yet not expect to happen. Being stuck in Balamb Garden with nothing much to do was bad enough, but the prospect of being called back to Galbadia for a follow-up trial because certain people just kept bringing up alleged ”new evidence” was just outraging. They expected him to move on, to make amends, to switch his entire story around and make something positive from it, but how was he supposed to, if at every possible opportunity the cruel facts of reality were thrown right back into his face? Huffing in disdain to his entire situation, the tall blond slumped at the far end of the bar tapped the wooden surface of the bar with his index- and middle finger to signal the bartender he wanted a refill. Having lost count of the number already, slightly tremor-shaken fingers of the other hand fished for a couple of Gil to throw down onto the counter, a hum and nod in approval of the newly liquor-filled glass was given. The bar was situated close to the docs and nestled away neatly so passersby wouldn’t necessary know it was there if they didn’t know - or glanced this specific way in the evening when the windows were lit and the buzz, talk and laugh was to be heard along with the low rumbling of rock music, like it was right now. Not that Seifer Almasy particularly cared. What would they do if they saw him here, or at the train station, meeting with one of his Estharian drug dealers? Arrest him? The thought elicited another snort followed by a low chuckle as he brought the brim of the glass back up to his lips, taking a generous sip and letting it linger, savouring the taste on his tongue along with the pleasant sting, before swallowing.

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“ And then they call me a drama queen. Who even cares about watering one’s plants? They’ll die soon anyways. ”

❛ i really don’t know why it’s such a big deal, though. ❜

"I just dont like other people watering my plants you dont know their schedule!"

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“ Why be concerned when you could enjoy all this thrill and fun? ”

Meme: what would your muse do if they found mine locked in a cell and chained to a wall?

Reaver: *innocently shrugs while knowing damn well he's one kinky bastard*

"I feel like i should be concerned."

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omg i dont really para rp but im so glad to see other people loving reaver and more generally fable 😭 it died off so hard but it was SUCH a great series. keep up the good work ty 💙

|| OOC; omgg hii !! fable and reaver will forever be dear to my heart, it died off so hard indeed but I'm hoping that the 4th game is going to revive it all. Are you going to play it as well? In the meantime, I'm just excitedly flexing my tattoo from reaver while people have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about irl haha. Even jumpscared one of my friends while casually chaotic fanboying over the Harry Potter Anniversary because I instantly recognized Reaver's voice actor voicing its 20th anniversary. God, don't you just miss running after chickens in a chicken costume and making the entire kingdom hate your ass for simping over some toxic sassy bitch of which we all know who wouldn't even remember our name nor care to know rip (not me by the way convincing myself I'd be able to marry reaver if I'd do whatever he says only to find out that I now have an entire kingdom hating my ass and reaver not giving a fuck about lmfao ). Thank you you're so kind anon, hope you're having a wonderful day !! ❤

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♥️     𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]    ♥️

sentence starters for those butterflies in your stomach ships. Feel free to alter them as needed!  ♥️

❝   I dreamed about us.  ❞  ❝   You’re the only one I see.  ❞ ❝   No, stay… please.  ❞ ❝   I love the way you look at me.  ❞ ❝   Your smile makes my day.  ❞ ❝   Your heartbeat sounds like home to me.  ❞ ❝   Where ever you are, I want to be.  ❞ ❝   The spaces between your fingers are where mine belong.  ❞   ❝   I’m in love with the thought of you and I.  ❞   ❝   The way your lips say my name is perfect.  ❞ ❝   I get lost in your eyes.  ❞ ❝   To me, you’re heaven.  ❞ ❝   You’re my happy ending.  ❞ ❝   I want it to be me and you against the world.  ❞ ❝   I would never hurt you like they did.  ❞ ❝   You have no idea how perfect you are to me. ❞ ❝   You’re my dream come true.  ❞ ❝   You’re my north star.  ❞ ❝   I want to be the one you run to.  ❞ ❝   Being in your arms is all I can think about.  ❞ ❝   You’re worth everything.  ❞ ❝   Even the Gods wouldn’t stop me from reaching you.  ❞ ❝   Say you love me too…  ❞ ❝   I love every part of you; good and bad.  ❞ ❝   I want to be your puzzle piece.  ❞ ❝   The beauty of the moon can’t compare to you.  ❞ ❝   Whenever I see you, I know I’m home.  ❞ ❝   I want you to be my ever after.  ❞ and of course !

❝   I love you.  ❞

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Kisses! Kisses! Kisses!

Starters that are all about kisses and those nice little intimate moments!

Feel free to edit however you see fit!

“Kiss me.”

“Your lips are so soft.”

“Do it again.”

“Just one more kiss… please.”

“I’ll kiss it all better.”

“This was my first kiss, you know…”

“May I kiss you?”

“We’re alone now. Come here.”

“Ouch! I didn’t mean for us to bump heads… I was trying to kiss you..”

“I love you, but for the love of god don’t interrupt me with a kiss!”

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a long time.”

“Come closer.”

“It’s all for show. Let’s get it over with.”

“Oh shit, why did I enjoy that?”

“I don’t feel anything anymore when you kiss me..”

“This is just some silly dare. It won’t mean anything after.”

“That spark is still there.”

“I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

“Kiss me you idiot!”

“Your kisses are the best!”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Ugh.. why do we always get interrupted?”

“I think this calls for a little us time.”

“Come on, let’s go some place private.”

“Wait, one more kiss before you go.”

“I hope this won’t be our last.”

“That was nice..”

“We should go somewhere more private.”

“Who cares if someone sees us?”

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Fire, Oakvale once burned away the old so that he could thrive. Greed was like poison, one that still chokes him every now and then, desperate for a time to see his guilt vanish. Yet, there was no light, only darkness within, their screams forever haunt him. His father, mother, all of his friends including his lover... all gone before him within that fire. And especially at night, he'd re-live that terrible event. His bed, nothing more but a pit of flames upon which his sweat drenched body lays heavily still, almost paralyzed. He'd watch as the flames dance around him, only death once made him realize there is proof of love, of bonding that exist beyond this current reality, beyond space and time; as it is matter and energy that makes it so real. It was a mourning he'd never be able to overcome, no matter how much he'd try to fill up that emptiness with the abuse of sex, alcohol and drugs; nothing could heal him from that terrible loss, nothing could convince him that the guilt he feels could be forgiven. They say death is the gateway to rebirth, new life, new beginnings, peace and harmony. Yet to him, death had always been his greatest enemy.  “ It's nothing, forget about it. Go back to sleep, unless you want me to kick you out of this room and deal with your miserable nightmares all by yourself. Remember I only allowed you in here so I can sleep peacefully not having to hear you blasting everyone their ears with all that loud screaming you do! ” it was funny, how Reaver would always blame his own problems and actions on others and would be fully convinced of them being the problem while in reality, he was just judging himself.

                                          MEMES   /   ALWAYS ACCEPTING!                        @xtattybye​​ sent: ❛ specter, have you ever lost someone? ❜

it’s a question he hadn’t at all expected.      so out of the blue, and so personal, triggering unwanted feelings within. his mother and father… he didn’t remember much, he’d been so young at the time. but the loss, he would always carry with him. like a piece of his heart had gone missing.

red eyes narrow in suspicion at reaver.      ❛❛   what’s it to you?   ❜❜

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Reaver, who was quick to arch an eyebrow, dropped his smug mask for a brief moment. His eyes now dwelled in the most bitter glare one that could possibly only be sighted once in a lifetime. No spouse, no ex-wife, no conquest nor the most jealous ones of the many flings he's had so far ever soured their faces with such bitterness as he did now. Yet Reaver was very good with hiding his true thoughts and emotions and would never intend to spill mere hint. Even now did he manage to quickly change up that bitter look into an amused grin, showing that he's unphased and unconcerned about what others think of him, at least that's what he shows the world, and so he'd just be about to make yet another offensive remark in response whilst he unholsters his pistol. “ Says the man who spent his youth with circus clowns, growing up to look like one, getting mocked all his life for being nothing more but a nerd with big dreams to take over the world. Didn't quite work out for you now, did it, doctor? ” Muffled fiendish chuckles escape from his exceedingly conceited and self-amused smirk. Reaver clearly derived some kind of sick-minded pleasure from belittlement, as well as murder. And oh, was the doctor close enough to have hurt this tycoon's ego that he just barely came up with this comeback, now aiming his pistol at the doctor's head to take the lead. Reaver's actions literally screamed how deeply fragile his ego was, being a control freak who wouldn't be able to sleep at night if he wouldn't have the last say, he was so toxic and his pistol would be the only way to not have to deal with that confrontation. What, a peasant, HEEEEE ???? He may have lived a more cheaper life once, but he by far never considered himself a peasant as it was something he's been running away from forever. His fear of dying let alone to be poor literally made him become greedy to strike some desperate impulsive deal with the shadow judges and he wouldn't allow such label as of being a peasant to attach itself upon his very name. That less fiery man was long gone, left behind in the past, died in those damned flames. And he wouldn’t allow anything nor anyone to say nor think otherwise so, for he is REAVER. And since he could get away with anything now being a man of great status, he didn't care about what would happen next, not even when he was just about to fire off a bullet right into the doctor's skull. “ Oh my~ No wonder you have such bad tastes! Might as well fail at everything when you're fated to fail in life. Au revoir~ ”

“I saw you eating that burger with no honey mustard and it absolutely devastates me. Let me guess, you don’t like to soak your nuggest in sauce either? Such a peasant thing to do, I can’t believe how people can survive on such dry tastes these days, can’t relate.”

"Oh is that so? Are you not, perhaps, merely jealous that I alone can withstand the challenge of a burger with no honey mustard? A challenge you are so powerless to conquer on your own? Tell me, friend. Exactly which one of us is the peasent here of they cannot hold their stomach to this "dry taste" you so confidently claim!!"

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REAVER.   both canon / off-canon  &   multi verse and ship  reaver roleplayer from the Fable  videogame  franchises.  highly  active. please read rules before interacting with this character !!

♥ ♡  penned  by  M,  25,  he / him. ♡ ♥

DISCLAIMER.   my  portrayal of Reaver, like canon,  is very  bold, violent, egoistical, insensitive,  pretty oversexed and slightly divergent from the Fable canon lore. It includes extra additions such as PTSD and an alter-ego persona, as well as time traveling portals which makes it easier to do crossovers and so on.  Fair note, I will  not  be  toning  him down in a sense that he’s the complete opposite of what he’s supposed to be in the games. However, I’m always open to see how I can make him fit in any type of roleplay and am even willing to brainstorm romance-related roleplays since romance happens to be one of my most favourite genres in movies, animes, series and such. Keep in mind that any romantic plots with this character will come with twists turns and not to forget to mention, lots and lots of drama. Reaver is such a pain in the ass when it comes to romance, but I do believe there is always a possibility to make things work. But be aware that he’d only be willing to work along being in an open or open poly relationship.  With that  being  said,  his  opinions  and  remarks  do  not  equal  mine  in any way as we’re the complete opposite of each other personality wise.  So  please  don’t  take  anything  personally. ♥

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My portrayal of Reaver is slightly divergent from canon. Considering in some verses instead of being a factory owner, he’d be a fashion and cosmetics designer, or a pimp / brothel or stripper club owner. I write him in a way where he suffers from PTSD, which includes flashbacks, nightmares and severe anxiety about his past, as well as uncontrollable thoughts about what happened back in Oakvale. Fire is his biggest trigger so far. He's had difficulty adjusting and coping to what happened which resulted in him developing anew identity that works like an alter-ego. When he's out of his alter-ego, which only happens when he's not around anyone and alone in a locked room, he suffers from recurrent, unwanted distressing memories of his past, reliving his trauma as if it were happening again during both hallucinations and nightmares. He'd go through severe emotional distress and even physical reactions. He'd by all means avoid coming near whatever is left from Oakvale as it could result in negative changes in thinking and mood, snapping out of this made-up character of his which he absolutely doesn't want to happen especially not in public. Even while appearing so confident in himself, behind closed doors he experiences a lot of negative thoughts about himself, which is the result of feeling guilty of what happened in the past. He has a difficulty maintaining close relationships which is why he claims himself to be an aromantic and feels detached from anyone who considers him more than just a hookup. When he's alone, he feels emotionally numb and has developed an addiction for drugs, alcohol and mainly sex to fill up the emptiness he feels from within. 

T A T T Y B Y E ~ ♥

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Being a risktaker by nature, Reaver never took his actions into consideration. He was impulsive and wasn't quite sure if one day teleporting between worlds would make him be at risk of getting lost, disassembled or even copied. He was so full of himself that he wouldn't expect such thing to happen to him and had convinced himself early on that he has all the power in his hands to control anything and anyone. He figured this portal would allow him to physically move from one place to another without destruction in the middle. Yet he hadn't been the only one to discover this treasure, as there were clear signs of other travelers having come across this place way before he did. Back in the days, when he first came to this island, he'd come across portable shelters made out of cloth and furs, abandoned campfires and food scraps, even maps and other belongings. Even while stepping into the grand portal, he'd come across many other travelers who were just about to travel to another world whilst being in a dark space full of countless of other portals to choose from, walking endless stairs going up, down and across that would take them to all kinds of portals with their magically reflective surfaces that reflect a clear image of another world. Not even in a billion years nor ever would someone be able to explore every single portal. This space seemed to go on forever and with every day new worlds were shaped into the faraway galaxies, and thus more portals would appear for these stairs to be extended into its endlessness.

They arrived in Camelot, their bodies having landed upon moss softened rocks, skins now being kissed by the golden sun rays that emerge above the grey-clouded skies. Now a slowly returning bright blue sea, allowing the sun's golden rays to bring life upon the land before them. Air moves in blossoming brilliant arcs, its fresh oxygen expanding Reaver's lungs in a desperate refill. And just like that the rising of his chest comes with a sense of calmness. He breathes in the fresh air of this new world, taking in every sound and feeling of a new beginning, not minding Misa who was struggling for her life to crawl out from beneath all of his belongings that kept her crushed to the ground. Instead, he took the moment to enjoy this new calmness, allowing the gentle breeze to carry away his thoughts, having his mind be filled with the melody of sky-born birds and... hoofs?

Reaver his eyes shot open with a curious arching of his brows, watching as this goddess of a lady approaches him on a white mare. Her porcelain skin was like silk of white rose petals of which he could only imagine would feel ever so soft to touch. Her long raven curls dancing in the air whilst she nears. And her eyes, bold and beautiful, a hue of the new spring growth that brings colour to this world, so bright and soft all at once, yet holds flecks of an inner strength that somewhat took him aback. With the most perceptive and unfiltered view, Reaver had a unique skill in noticing small things like that and it'd do him a great favor at times. Just as she had been near enough for him to perceive, he could already draw a quite clear picture from what her eyes were telling him and was ready to start his little burst of questioning, not out of interest in another person, but out of interest how she could benefit him. And that's when he realized the origin of her attire, being of a regal status, it was as if destiny had brought them together for him to once again fill his already overflowing pockets with such riches. Perhaps, in this world, he could have a little fun with this one? Have her fall in love and share her status, help her make it to the throne perhaps, just so he could have a little taste of another world's wealth. As if being the most wealthy man alive back in Albion wasn't enough. “ Why hello there! ” A posh tone reverberates through Reaver his throat whilst he spoke, adding extra flair to those few words that flourishes with that high-pitched posh tone with grace of eloquence seated onto his lips. He always had a special way of making the simplest of words sound so much more charming. His deep brown eyes then wander off at Misa who was still struggling to crawl out of the heap of expensive and beyond unnecessary belongings, giving off a soft chuckle before he returns to look at the woman and the knights before him. “ Aren't you quite the little welcoming present? If I knew I'd be meeting a goddess today, I'd have at least dressed up a little. ”

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“ My god, it reeks to death in here… ” Reaver murmured. A rather dramatic more than audible exhalation tirelessly emits midst a rolling of his eyes as he sticks the dragonstomper.48 back to its holster. His deep brown eyes then briefly hover at the blood that still gushes out of the newly digged fatal hole in the back of one of staff' head, who of course had been shot by no one else than Reaver simply because no one could ever get their heads around his ridiculously unpredictable and immoral rules. A sight so gruesome, yet enough to spark that smug smirk that seems to forever linger onto Reaver's devilishly handsome visage, now an indirect indication to his inner masochism. “ Oh don't look at me like that! ” He snapped, baring his front brilliant white teeth by raising his upper lip in a muted diva snarl. “ I told you not to bring me that wine, specifically… the obsolete vin ordinaire. My what a disaster that one is, how dare you hurt my feelings like that, thinking I would even bare the smell of such a peasant' beverage. Yuck! ” Reaver then carelessly stepped over the butler's corpse as he snaps his fingers to command one of his maids to clean up the mess he just made whilst he just stood there balancing on his golden cane, checking his nails and living in his full queer diva rich bitch moment. “ Oh by the way, I'm taking myself on a little holiday starting today. I want this manor to be all neat and tidy once I return, no finest of little tiny particles wasting my expensive floors. Oh and refill all rooms their storage compartments with some condoms, there have been enough little accidents knocking on my door so far and I'm way too much on a budget these days to be paying any child support. Not that it's much of a budget, I just don't like to see some peasant use my well-earned money on something as idle as a piece of bread. Very well then, I'll be back in one month, perhaps two if this new world keeps me interested. Make sure everything I've written down on this list will be done in perfect form and don't you dare forget getting me those 1.2 million golden toilet paper rolls. ” And just like that, Reaver waved his staff a tattybye before disappearing out of his study, having taken his favorite maid called Misa along to be his pack mule as they both headed out of the manor into the forest. It was quite a bit of a walk to get to the shore where they could sail his ship to some island he once discovered back in the pirate days. But luckily for Reaver, he didn't have to carry any of his unnecessary stuff as his maid was doing all the work for him. Even though she was the only maid whom he considered somewhat close enough to consider a friend, he'd still treat her just as equal as the rest, even after they had shared quite the conversations and nights together; he liked to keep her anywhere but near getting her hopes up, as considering him anything more than just her master would be one big no go.

The ship sailed off to the island that'd eventually make a start to his holiday. He was in desperate need of a new world, not only to explore and learn new things, but to escape his past also. Albion always held certain memories in the back of his head which he'd find harder and harder to escape with just some wild partying. Sometimes he needed to change up his surroundings completely and what better way to do it than to travel to a whole other world? He never believed that portals where a real thing, not until he came across one himself and this was the first time he'd be taking Misa to another world with him. Not that he'd expect her to survive in it, not without him. She was fragile, both physically and mentally. But what he didn't know was that when it'd really come to it, she'd have quite the surprise for both of them, perhaps the entire kingdom, as she had yet to discover herself that she was the missing princess of Albion. Amnesia still had her in its grip and King Logan and everyone else probably thought that she had long been dead after Logan had gotten rid of her when she was younger, not knowing that she had found her way into Reaver Industries before becoming his headmaid.

After a while sailing, the island slowly made its presence known before them as Reaver would sail further towards it. Eventually as they arrived, he was quick to be the first to set foot onto the land and didn't waste mere second on waiting for Misa to catch up on him as he'd find his way towards the entrance of a cave. Misa had been trying to catch up on him by running as fast as her legs could take her while carrying all of his stuff, the poor maid was out of breath once they finally arrived and yet still would have to follow him around the cave not to get lost. Normal people would already have quit working for him and prefer death over slavery, but in her case the poor girl had fallen in love with her master, thinking she could find the good in him and change him. But that was something Reaver would never allow to happen, not even when there was a time where he too felt something for her. But that was something he's kept a secret for a long time now and feelings exist to be suppressed.

Finally after going through this maze of a cave they arrived at the portal. And of course Reaver had to be the one to get through first, with Misa hurriedly following him to the new world; Camelot.