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[servant-ofevil.livejournal.com]

[Stepping onto the Plane is a blond-haired boy dressed in formal attire. He looks almost like something straight out of the Renaissance, and the sight of the Plane in its entirety has left him speechless. He gazes about, wide-eyed, before remembering why he'd gone into that odd little shop to begin with.

He pulls a folded paper from his pocket and opens it. Scanning the contents, he lets out a sigh.]

Those aren't good for you, Rin...

[Len glances around quickly to see if anyone heard him, then clears his throat and stands straighter. Returning the paper to his pocket, he takes a few steps forward. His voice is very polite and a tiny bit curious.]

Excuse me, but I am on an errand for the palace... is there a shopkeeper I can speak with?

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[binary-ballad.livejournal.com]

It looked like a software site to m--

Er. Highness?

[servant-ofevil.livejournal.com]

[He bows formally.]

Forgive me if I am mistaken, but you greatly resemble the prince of the Blue Country.

[binary-ballad.livejournal.com]

Ah, no, I'm not a prince. I'm just a program.

[servant-ofevil.livejournal.com]

[Len can't help but look puzzled. To him, a 'program' is the booklet for a performance.]

...are you not feeling well, sir?

[binary-ballad.livejournal.com]

Feeling..? Oh! No, programs don't get sick like users do. My code is still in good shape, though.

[servant-ofevil.livejournal.com]

Forgive me, but I can't quite understand what you mean.

[binary-ballad.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about it, that happens a lot here.

Anyway, from what I've been told, this place is called the Astral Plane. It's an experiment, and we're all from different worlds.

[servant-ofevil.livejournal.com]

I-is that so.

[binary-ballad.livejournal.com]

Ah, you don't believe me...

Well, if you want to leave, just think about going back, and if you want to come here, think about it and you will.

[servant-ofevil.livejournal.com]

If it is so simple as that, then I should be on my way. Rin will be in poor spirits if I don't return with the items she asked for.

[He bows again.]

Thank you for your assistance, sir.