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[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

{Robespierre appears on the Astral Plane, giving the sudden change in surroundings slightly more attention than the book in his hands. For most, he seems especially out of place, wearing fine and stylish clothes---circa 1740. He does not seem surprised by the stars all around, but certainly interested.}

...A never-ending night sky? How magnificent.

{He closes the book and puts it securely under his arm as he merely starts to look at the stars quietly.}

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[lamb_of_gold]

I am of a similar opinion, and yet here we are nonetheless.

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

{Long pause} I suppose if it is of no harm and returning home is as simple as a thought, however, it is not of the utmost importance. In any case, thank you, monsieur.

{He bows his head gratefully} I am Maximilien Robespierre.

[lamb_of_gold]

[bows his head as well] I am Mu. A pleasure to meet you.

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

And you as well, monsieur Mu.

Is there a name for this place, or have those that come to visit thought it irrelevant?

[lamb_of_gold]

This is the Astral Plane. If it has another name, I do not know it.

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

It is a fitting name, at least.