Enter the amazing(ly evil!) Guy!

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[Guy is seated at the bar, lounging with half an eye on the door but otherwise just smiling in bemusement as his drink, lost in his own thoughts. What's unusual is his outfit. Usually he's the type to wear some color, and nothing so overblown as the uniform he's now in, but black seems to be the theme and he wears it like it's natural. To those who know him best, it's notable that he's also not wearing his collar choker and the sword at his side is not the Jewel of Gardios.]

[Join him for a drink?]

((OOC: Villain/God General Guy experiment. Replies with this journal and servidude (as usual).))

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[clinical]

[Jade should have worked out that something is wrong, and perhaps some of it has registered as peculiar to him--the Jewel of Gardios's absence, or something in the demeanour? But Jade is not one to voice suspicions until he has strong grounds for them, and there is a highly plausible explanation that he is more than happy to test as he goes to get his own drink from the bar.]

I'm grieved to see His Majesty is feeling well enough to be playing with his servants again. [as his eyes flicker over] Did you really accept something as tasteless as an imitation of Asch?

1/2

[explains]

[Guy just stills, watching Jade. Since when has the Necromancer been on the Plane? More importantly, isn't Jade being a little too casual? But it's Jade, the man is unpredictable as it is.]

[explains]

[So he smiles amiably enough. Even if the suggestion makes him grit his teeth. As he sees it, Jade is mocking him, and he doesn't appreciate the joke.]

I always thought we looked different enough. [He tilts his glass to his lips, only takes enough of a sip to wet them before putting it down.] It's a shame though, to see senility already settling in to one of the world's greatest minds.

[Really the suggestion pisses him the hell off.]

[clinical]

['One of the world's greatest minds' has, since a very young age, been in possession of a tried and true method of scientific discovery. It is ancient and noble and never to be underestimated. It is called "poke it with a stick and see what happens," and Jade is very fond of it, especially when he isn't confident that something is wrong. A little different? Yes. But not grounds for anything more than a little curiosity.]

Fortunately, I have you youngsters to help me along as I lose my mind.

[explains]

[A slightly odd look. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Has Jade really lost his mind, is he baiting him, or maybe he's from the past? Guy's not really sure at this point, and he doesn't know what to make of this familiar behavior.]

[He lifts a hand in a 'no thanks' gesture, still smiling.]

I'll pass. It sounds like a lot of work, taking care of an invalid old man.

[clinical]

[That seems all right enough. So he keeps going, waving one of his own callous hands.] I doubt it's much harder than seventeen years caring for the Fabres.

[quecaneatit.livejournal.com]

[You cannot expect the Cosplay Emperor not to be drawn in by sudden wardrobe change. Peony is going to just come over and sit down with Guy like a boss]

What's with the new look?

[because a question like that needs to be asked right away, duh.]

[explains]

[...What the hell is with Malkuth's higher echelons of power being all friendly with him?]

Wouldn't you say it's more like an old look? [It's been a while since he's worn the uniform.]

[quecaneatit.livejournal.com]

Nah, I'd say it's more like you're catching Jade's disgusting fashion sense and his tasteless humor.

[explains]

[He touches the edge of the glass to the bottom of his lips and smiles without any sincerity.]

Please don't compare me to that man, Your Majesty. You'll make me sick.

[quecaneatit.livejournal.com]

[Peony laughs]

Man, what a relief. At least you've got some good sense buried under that get up.

[behind the laughter though, Peony is sizing Guy up, because he knows enough insincere smiles to spot one a mile away. He leans on the counter, his demeanor still laid back as he peeks at Guy's glass, tapping the side of it]

If you don't want to be compared to him, you'll have to stop picking up his bad habits.

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[Asch isn't coming here for a drink. He's here to get information. Upon seeing Guy dressed... in something familiar and yet completely alien, however, he keeps to the outside.

It's kind of hard to hide in the shadows when everything has their own 'glow' on the Astral Plane, so it's better to just stay out of sight.]

[explains]

[Guy doesn't turn around, so it's not that he sees Asch directly. Maybe it's out of the corner of his eyes, or a reflection in the glass or maybe he's just familiar with the feel of Asch's presence, but he doesn't turn around. His voice is a mix of playfully mocking and cold.]

You were never that good at skulking around, Asch. Why dawdle now?

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[Damn it. Spotted already?

He really doesn't like that tone. It makes him feel... on edge. More than anyone should ever know. That's why he doesn't show it, not even a trace of the lurch in his heartbeat as he walks inside. Guy can be as cold as he wants: Asch welcomes it, expects it in the deepest parts of his subconscious.

The treatment he's received from Guy so far has completely contradicted the one from his world. But that is not nearly as concerning as what he's looking at right here, right now.]

When did you join the Oracle Knights?

[Straight and to the point. He isn't hurt by the sudden change of Guy's heart. He doesn't care.

But to have an enemy on the Plane...]

[explains]

Forget already?

[Guy sets his drink down without touching it, not looking at Asch. Honestly, it's exceedingly difficult not to whip around and cut Asch down where he stands, but it always has been. He keeps his eyes on something other than the redhead, and for now that helps. A little tiny bit.]

[So something's off. Fine. That might be good. It doesn't matter about Asch's memories or reality, it's Asch. And if he's not needed for Van's plans than Guy can really stop holding back with him.]

[He should probably confirm Asch isn't on his side though. What a pain.]

Still tagging around after the replica's group, Asch?

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[He twitches at that accusatory question.]

Don't be stupid. I want nothing to do with those people.

[Not a lie, but not the truth either. Guy using the term 'replica'... Didn't he spend seven years raising the dreck? And didn't he spend a couple more with Asch? He feels something twist inside of his stomach, but he keeps his expression steady, unreadable. For now. Time to feel Guy out.]

What makes you think you're worthy of being a God-General?

[He can't help but smile in a cold, malicious way. This is so ironic-- so pathetic that he could laugh.]

All you've done is run away from your past! You wouldn't even accept your position in Malkuth because you were too busy staring at your father's sword in someone else's house. Everyone else in the God-Generals made a place for themselves— they earned the right to be at Van's side. But you...

[This hurts. It's like he's talking to himself. And yet he takes all that negativity, because he knows, he /knows/, and he turns it on Guy. He needs to, in order to test him, in order to protect himself.]

You're just doing what Van tells you to.

[darkercalling]

[Riku enters, just looking for somewhere quiet to sit. He seems weary, like he hasn't slept well in a few days. It's probably true.

He almost turns to leave when he sees that the bar is occupied, but decides against and heads for the bar. Apparently he's not too tired to try speaking to people.]

Mind some company?

[explains]

[Guy looks up, smiles amiably at the unfamiliar face. It's not like he's got anything against strangers--people from other worlds or his own, he hasn't got much of a different perspective on either unless he knows them personally. Cheerful indifference.]

Be my guest. Long day?

[darkercalling]

That's kind of an understatement. [Though he does smile in return - just faintly.] And you? Or are you just here for a drink?

[explains]

[Guy laughs lightly, swirling the liquid in his glass a little.] Taking a break I guess.

Take a load of. at least here, work shouldn't follow you, right?

[darkercalling]

[He takes off his blindfold - it's dark enough in the bar that the dayblindness isn't terrible enough for him to need it.]

It hasn't so far. I'm hoping it stays that way, but it feels like I can't be too sure in this place.

[cruxified]

[A drink? Gladly. His life is fucking ridiculous right now. Alcohol probably won't help much, but at least he can concentrate on something besides this horrible sinking feeling he has.

A man with the height and build of a motherfucking palm tree strolls into the bar and helps himself to something dark that has more alcohol content than non. He doesn't seem to pay Guy any more than a passing glance, and then he sits at the other end of the bar.]

[explains]

[Guy is not going to interrupt the determined drinking of the redheaded palmtree at the other end of the bar. The man clearly wants a drink, he's serious about it. Guy can respect that.]

[So in silence he'll drink along. When he's done with his glass he stands to refill it, checks to see if the stranger needs a top off as well. Might as well be polite.]

[cruxified]

[That curious glance earns a steely one from Kratos himself.]

... Yes?

[He doesn't even realize he's already finished his drink. That's not healthy, Kratos.]

[explains]

[Guy lifts up the bottle of whatever it was Kratos had and pours himself some, then steps closer, holding it a moment so Kratos can get an idea of his intentions before leaning over and refilling the man's glass. Poor bastard's so out of it he didn't even realize he'd finished? Guy would laugh, but instead he sets the bottle down and touches the edge of his own glass to Kratos' in toast, knocking his drink back after.]

You looked a little out of it.

[Still do.]