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[imperiator]

[Peony appears on the Plane, sitting on his throne and holding a rappig very close to his chest. His clothes are more regal and appropriate than than they usually are, too. He leans forward to put the rappig on the floor. He leans back, crossing his legs and rubbing his temple]What a drag, I thought we just finished up one of these experiments

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[servidude]

[Guy's dressed as a servant again. And he looks briefly unsettled as he approaches the throne, before smiling, awkward and casual.]

Sorry, Your Majesty. If I knew I'd tell you.

[But he just spent the morning going over advanced fonic theory with Luke... Asch, probably.]

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Yeah, I'm sure.

I'm guessing you're not anywhere near Grand Chokmah, huh?

[servidude]

[You know what, not going to stand on ceremony. There's no one around. He shrugs, leans his hip against the side of the throne so his back is half to Peony and he can look away without looking like he's looking away. His expression is still bland.]

I woke up in Baticul.

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[Peony raised an eyebrow, wishing he could be surprised, and trying to act blase]

Anything else out of the ordinary going on there - I mean, besides you being there instead of here.

[servidude]

[Aside from everything?]

Luke's preparing for his role as an ambassador of peace. [But it's not Luke.] Tension with Malkuth is apparently pretty high. Mohs was talking to the King not long ago.

[He still doesn't look at Peony, but his tone is light enough.]

How are things in Grand Chokmah?

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[he studies Guy, as if trying to discern something, but says nothing of Luke. He looks amused at the part about Mohs - even if it's far from amusing] Ah, well, Ingobert always did have unique taste when it came to those he trusted.

[Peony keeps looking at Guy, his tone just as light as Guy's]

Yeah, things are pretty tense in Grand Chokmah, too. Aslan got so flustered when I brought up Cecille, it was just like old times.

[except for the fact that Frings was more concerned with accusations of treason, even over what Fring's viewed as another one of his Emperor's bad jokes]

[servidude]

[Guy continues not looking at Peony, but his profile has that usual calm to it. Half smiling, not flustered.]

I guess every ruler needs at least one terrible friend.

[Because making digs at Jade when the man isn't even around is totally okay. And he tenses a little at Aslan's name, though not really in surprise.]

Sounds lively all around.

[There's no good end to this, is there?]