Conversation Space I.

[powersthatbe]

The room is small, intimate. You are alone. There is no sign of a way in or out. Ping-pong balls crunch underfoot, and empty giftboxes, meticulously wrapped and ribboned, are lined up against one wall, while a humming wall of server blades are racked on the opposite wall. A high-backed, gilt chair with red velvet cushions faces an ornate, full-length mirror, and beside the chair is a mug of steaming hot chocolate on a tiny side table, steaming invitingly from beneath a layer of fifteen half-melted marshmallows.

What do you do?

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[emperorsquared]

There is a long pause, almost as if the Emperor is conferring with someone else. Then, "The Magician," he pronounces, with some distaste.

[fruitknife]

Shinji nods. "Not a friend?"

Like that'd stop him from keeping an eye on the kid, if it comes to that.

[emperorsquared]

"No."

[fruitknife]

"Rule-breaker, or something else?"

Rule-breaker wouldn't surprise him. Just look at Junpei.

[emperorsquared]

"Yes, but that is not only why. It is complicated."

[fruitknife]

"Yeah, well. He's not usually my biggest fan either. These things usually are complicated."

[emperorsquared]

"Indeed," the Emperor agrees with a sigh.