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[quecaneatit.livejournal.com]

What's all this then? It's pretty unexpected, I have to say. If this is what I've been missing out on, I'll have to start sneaking out of the Palace again.

[he looks around idly, seeming pretty calm and unmoved by it all. He's just chill and almost pleasantly so]

Still, as nice as the scenery is, pulling people into Machines isn't something to be taken lightly. Grand experiments like this without the consent of the test subjects aren't something I can condone. I might have to talk to some people. Hopefully there aren’t any idiots I know getting themselves mixed up in anything they shouldn't be. It would be a hassle to have to clean up someone else's mess again.

[a sigh that's somewhere between annoyed and unamused. He crosses his arms over his chest, and if there was a throne somewhere he'd take a seat. Oh well, he'll just look around expectantly]

So how about someone come out and tell me how to get out of this place? While the look of the place and the new surroundings are great, being trapped too long in one place would be annoying.

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[clinical]

[Jade's displeasure at seeing his Emperor could be best captured with an irritated frown, so Jade chooses to give a nonchalant shrug instead.]

I can't seem to recall you ever cleaning any messes, Your Majesty. In fact, I have been reliably informed to the contrary.

[quecaneatit.livejournal.com]

[and Peony is equally nonchalant and bored as he decides to use Jade's shoulder for an armrest]

You would say something like that. You can't be left alone for a minute without getting mixed up in some kind of mess.

[he props his chin up on his hand as his arm is propped on Jade's shoulder]

What's up with this place anyway?

[clinical]

[Jade is waiting for the opportune time to make Peony lose his balance.]

[And Jade sure as hell isn't going to explain anything to Peony. That's just annoying.]

It's so disappointing that Your Majesty hasn't yet learned to read before speaking. All that education has gone tragically to waste.

[quecaneatit.livejournal.com]

You're way too predictable. I know by now it's too much to expect my most valued Colonel to give that kind of information. One day if I'm lucky I'll figure out what it is you do all day.

[and he pushes himself off of Jade, foiling Jade once again]

I guess for now I'll have to find something else to tell me what's going on since you're so useless.

[and he heads off in some direction to try to find a place with written information]

[clinical]

[Mainly because he's still wary from October, Jade does keep up with his Emperor, hands in his pockets, possibly disappointed in not being able to trip Peony up. But there will be other opportunities.]

It's the place that says 'Information.' But if you require it, I'd be happy to read it out for Your Majesty. I understand how difficult longer words can be for you.

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan, armed with a Chimera Mart slushie, is doing his duty to be helpful in an unhelpful way.]

One, this isn't a machine. It's, uh, space.

Two, just... think about it. Like, I mean. Think of going home. And you'll... go home.

[quecaneatit.livejournal.com]

It's not? That scientist in the beginning seemed to say otherwise. Cunning and deceit in a nice form can be very attractive though, so it's not too bad.

That's it? [he drops and he returns] They should just say that with the greeting instead of talking about Machines. [and then he shrugs] At least this place looks like it'll be fun for a while. So what's your name?

[onehundredbeers]

[Mmm, slushie.]

Nathan Explosion. Yeah, uh, there are some brochures explaining shit, one by some dude my buddy Irving works with, and one by me. They explain stuff better.

[quecaneatit.livejournal.com]

There's plenty of time to read later.

[and he comes over to get a look at your slushie]

Yo, so what's that, Nathan?

[onehundredbeers]

Uh, hello, it's a slushie.

[flawless-genius.livejournal.com]

Leaving here is as easy as a thought now.

[quecaneatit.livejournal.com]

Someone should've said that to start. Do you know anything else about this place?

[flawless-genius.livejournal.com]

Nothing that you apparently don't already know. It's an experiment, they do occasionally see fit to occasionally throw very distressing things at us, and people from many strange worlds are gathered here. It is rather pretty place however.

[quecaneatit.livejournal.com]

Distressing has to be relative. You seem to be surviving it all pretty well.

[especially with your fabulous fashion sense. Mmmmm fabulous fashion, Peony loves fashion.]

Those are some nice clothes you have. Where do you go to get something like that made?

[flawless-genius.livejournal.com]

Surviving doesn't mean I have enjoyed all aspects of it, although it is seemingly peaceful now.

[Firesong is pleased to find someone else with good taste!] Why thank you. Most of what I own was made in my home vale. Were fortunate to have several talented and adventurous clothing designers in residence.

[lamb_of_gold]

How fortunate that you arrived now. Until recently, we were trapped her for what was bordering on five weeks.

[quecaneatit.livejournal.com]

Five weeks stuck in one place. Sounds like a drag. So what did you have to do to get back home after that?

[lamb_of_gold]

Theorize on who it was that caused our imprisonment. I opted not to, but it seems we're free to go anyways. Coming and going now is as easy as it ever was.

[quecaneatit.livejournal.com]

Opted not to because you did it, or because you couldn't figure out who would?

[lamb_of_gold]

The latter. I didn't feel I had enough information to make a sound choice.

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[Maybe if Asch takes his book elsewhere, the Emperor-- that is definitely the Emperor of Malkuth-- won't notice.

He's wearing black. HE CAN BLEND IN RIGHT?]

[quecaneatit.livejournal.com]

[not with that hair he can't...]

[When Peony recognizes Asch as Asch though, there is some concern and suspicion. It's shrugged off more or less as he approaches Asch, Peony's demeanour seeming pretty relaxed]

Yo, you're the one they called Asch, right?

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[... But he /likes/ his hair. It's the only thing that ties him to his old life. Anyway, that distant annoyance and generally apathetic expression? That's gotta be Asch.

-- Wait, did he just say 'yo'? For fuck's sake, dude, you're an emperor.

Asch stops and faces him, closing his book.]

... Yes, Your Majesty. [He bows slightly and wonders just who told Peony about Asch. But he might be from the future or something too. It's impossible to tell, really.]

[quecaneatit.livejournal.com]

[the bow makes him a little less suspicious]

[He's Emperor Awesome and he says yo because it's fun]

You recognize me. That's better than I expected.

[he scrutinizes Asch, leaning in close before pulling away]

Man, I'll be annoyed if I don't just ask, so I might as well get it out of the way now. You're not a replica or something, are you?

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

Of course I recognize you. I'm not some sheltered idiot. I'm an Oracle Knight. [Or he was.

-- PERSONAL SPACE PLEASE. He makes a hilarious face (like he swallowed a bug, actually) and takes a step back. Punching the emperor of Malkuth will /not/ help peace talks between countries, damn it.

He looks ROARING FURIOUS at that question though, just for a second, before he clamps down on it. How could anyone pose such a question after what HE'S been through?]

No.

[... Okay, that came out a little more passive-aggressive than he intended. But he's too annoyed to take it back.]