~I make sure you were aware of my attendance as a courtesy to the host." He gestures vaguely with his hands.

"Do not worry, I have no intention of committing any crimes while I'm here. I'm sure Monsieur Neuvillette or my brother will fill you in if they think it's necessary."

How to explain why he was asked to introduce himself to the hostess without just outright saying he literally just--... never mind.

"Something like that yes." He says, offering her a smile. "I'm Duke Wriothesley's older brother. Sort of on house arrest you could say, so they thought it appropriate~

~keeping a respectable distance given his recent court appearance and sentencing, inclining his head politely.

"My Lady... I believe Monsieur Neuvillette requested I report to you the moment I arrived so you could be made aware of my attendance and my..." A vague gesture behind him. "...escorts."

// LMFAO 😂 Nah, he's had his fill of bloodshed, much as he is more than capable of and willing to do it again.

Actually plan to have him approach Furina to let her know he's there so she can lay eyes on him and what he's wearing kjsksks and to thank her for the invite in general

//My Ajax has not no 😂

I think with Matt it's more the motivation, how he feels about it and the fact that unlike most of the other people he's being compared to, he's just a human and unaffiliated with any organization known for this sort of thing.

He's still gonna go, he just thinks it's funny 😂

~be there, I think some people maaaay find it a little more ah... comforting if, say... Varka? Were in attendance?"

~Fontaine's most recent mass murderer; I'm sure everyone will be delighted to know I'm in attendance." He muses, shaking his head at his own stupid remarks and looking back down at the invitation.

"...don't suppose there's a plus one option?" His gaze flickers back up. "Much as I know Warren will~

~cult next to maximize his retaliation against it.

...he'll start taking out the arcane circles. That'll get their attention.

Set on his course, Matthias dropped the rag he'd used to wipe himself off and strode off with a whistle, disappearing once again into the Fontainian countryside....

~at the old family estate and the one back in the Court... that was twenty-seven of the fifty that still remained here in Fontaine.

He stood there and watched the old church burn until the first rays of sunlight started peeking over the horizon, using that time to decide where he would strike the~

~The blaze roared and licked the skies, masking the agonized cries from within the building.

Matthias was beyond caring, wiping the blood off his hands and face as best he could with an old rag as he stood there and watched it burn like he were taking in a piece of art.

Twenty-four here... two~

~she sat up and watching the glob of spit she hocked at him land just inches from his foot.

He said nothing as he stepped out of the doors, watching all the people slowly trying to clamber for them as he closed them up for the last time, lodging the axe in the wood to trap the cultists inside.~

~if she could have reached it given that look in her eyes, brainwashed by this cult as she is.

Matthias knew he should care, but he just couldn't. With his free hand, he shoved her away from himself, watching her smaller body hit the floor and ripping the knife out of his hip, gaze keen on the way~

~figure that had rushed him from the shadow and jammed it into his hip.

Matthias stared at her when she looked up at him.... she couldn't be more than nineteen.

...he should care, and he knows he should deep down.

But he doesn't.
This nineteen year old would have plunged this blade into his neck~

~paused to unlatch it. "Didn't anyone tell you its dangerous to leave candles burning unattended?" He chuffed, the smile fading from his face when he felt a blade sink into his hip.

It was small and the blade was short, but it was enough to be felt, enough to draw his attention to the much smaller~

~as he hacked his way through his would-be murderers had he not acted first.

Once the room reeked of blood and the pained cries of the people that hunted him, Matthias shouldered the axe and started for the doors, whistling a tune as he tipped a few candles over on his way out.

At the door, he~

~nearest him, ripping it out and lodging it in the shoulder of the next, then the head of another, the neck of the one after. Nobody was to be spared, he decided, each of them wounded in some capacity so they simply could not escape the building; legs, arms, hands strewn about the gory display~