∴ 012 ∴ Dream ∴ I don't know what's right and what's real anymore

[as_you_command]

The man who stands before you now, is not as you have see him before. Back straight, shoulders square, he stands at full attention and does not appear to acknowledge your presence. Every minute detail about his appearance is clean and cared for, from the shine on his tall boots to the tightness of the crimson sash on his waist. Guilford proudly

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[Chell watches the man's actions without much thought--sure, it's a bit strange, but so has everything been since her arrival at Demeleier.

She does, however, have to take a look around when Guilford speaks to her. Hnnn. No one around her. Maybe she misheard?]

I'm...sorry?

[as_you_command]

There is nothing to apologize for, Your Highness. [ And why would there be? Guilford gestures to the side with a gloved hand, and a spotlight shines into the darkness, illuminating a tiny section of a fancy room. Lush carpeting is dented by the weight of a small wooden table and a set of chairs, all expertly finished.

As he speaks, a tray materializes on the table, holding a pair of tiny cups and a tea kettle of finest ceramic. ] Your seat is ready, as always.

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[Chell gives a shake of her head.] No...I meant. [She pauses, glancing over to the setting before returning her gaze to Guilford.] This Princess Cornelia...I don't know who she is.

[as_you_command]

[ He, too, pauses. One can almost hear the gears in his head clicking into place.

Then he speaks, as if nothing she said seemed to matter, while he steps over and pulls the chair out. ] If you wait, it will get cold.

[junesoholic]

[ She recognizes the man - of course she does, since he has been around in Demeleier for at least quite some time, even if there was a pause inbetween it, right? And she had a conversation with him only a little while ago, so it's not too strange for Nanako to suddenly see him here.

No, the thing that she does find strange and gets her a little confused is that he's giving some sort of.. salute, maybe - Nanako can't quite make it out - before he greets her.. with a name that is definitely not hers. ]

Princess.. Cornelia..? [ She repeats it somewhat slowly, a slight frown on her face as if she doesn't get what's going on. ]

[as_you_command]

[ A folder materializes in his other hand, and he eyes that frown curiously. ] Did the meeting not go well?

[junesoholic]

M-meeting..?

[ Is she getting into something bad here? She looks a little surprised, but quickly shakes her head. ]

I-I'm sorry, but I think you're mistaking me for the wrong person.. I didn't have any meeting at all..

[as_you_command]

[ If her uncertainty clashes with the image before him, of a tall woman with a regal bearing, then he takes no apparent notice of it. ] I know such meanings are barely worth your time, but please bear with them for the time being.

[ He presents the folder without another word, a dossier of some nameless soldier with a decent combat record, few commendations, but a spotless background check. ] Here is the file you requested.

[andallforone]

[Yosuke is about to raise his hand and give Guilford an awkward wave - because honestly, who the hell wouldn't when he's saluting them like that? But then he hears what he calls him and he stops, hand half raised in that wave and an expression of extreme surprise on his face.

... Did I hear that right? He can't help the way he suddenly sniggers.]

Dude... if I were Princess Cornelia... I wouldn't be walking about and about like this. [It's a risky thing to say to Guilford, sure, but it was worded innocently enough to think he might mean 'I'd be doing suitably important and princessy things' rather than 'it'd be me, my bedroom, and all the hours in the day.']

[as_you_command]

[ What is said, and what Guilford hears, do not collude. The man's brow creases a moment, but the tension does not last long. ]

No, of course, I do not wish to waste your time. [ Guilford gestures to the side, where a man in a soldier's uniform sits bound with his legs together and his arms behind the chair. He is not faceless, yet his features are barely distinguishable. His jaw is strong, noise slightly crooked, and eyes are sunken in his skull. The round shape of his eyes lends him a distinct Western appeal; he is the living embodiment of a faceless Britannian grunt.

Tall, strong, but utterly unimportant in the grand plan.

That is, until today. ] This soldier has been spotted attempting to sabotage repair stations. He was caught when a mechanic returned to her station early and spied him going through sensitive electronics in an area otherwise off-limits.

[ Then he turns to Cornelia, gaze firm. ] He awaits your punishment.