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

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[servidude]

[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.]

[servidude]

[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.]

[quecaneatit]

[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.]

[servidude]

[...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]

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

[servidude]

[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.

[promisedsomeone]

[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.]

[servidude]

[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]

[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...]

[servidude]

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?

[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?

[servidude]

[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?

[servidude]

[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?

[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.]

[servidude]

[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.]

[servidude]

[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.]