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[whiny_king]

*enter one dark-haired, relatively young man, looking around in vague confusion. He's well-dressed, but his clothes are made for comfort rather than to impress anyone*

...This certainly isn't Corus.

Typist: Really, we can't have a Thayet without a Jonathan. Same typist, and yes, I TOTALLY BLAME ALLY. Anyway, this is King Jonathan of Conte,

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[notavampirerly]

It ain't New York either.

[whiny_king]

*blinks* Where's New York?

[riderqueen]

.....well, no.

Typist: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. WE'VE BEEN OVER THIS.
......♥

[whiny_king]

*oooh, a wife!* Well, do we know where it is yet?

Typist: LIES. SHAMEFUL LIES. *pounces*

[riderqueen]

I just got here, so I don't have a clue.

Typist: What do you mean SHAMEFUL LIES? You started it, what with your subtle hinting and all.

[whiny_king]

Alright, then.

Typist: I don't know. I'm tired. XD

[sirlady_knight]

There you are. I was wondering when you'd show up. Where Thayet is, you're not far behind.

[whiny_king]

*vague amusion* And there you are. Who else is here?

[sirlady_knight]

Raoul, Buri, my brother....*That's it. Foul mood again*

[whiny_king]

*nods, catching the foul mood* ...What'd he do this time?

[_wildmagic_]

*smiles* No, it's someplace else. It's nice though, you'll like it.

[whiny_king]

*nods* I'm sure I will, if you do.

[bloody_fire]

*dryly* Cousin.

[whiny_king]

. . . .*coldly* Duke Roger.

[bloody_fire]

It's so nice to see you. *doesn't mean it, really!*