Well, at least it's stopped raining.

[maou_cupid]

...what happened?

The horse slows to a halt in the courtyard. I stop and stare. No wonder the castle was upset! What happened to the kitchen?

There is smoke trailing half-heartedly out of a window, guards are bustling about, carrying furniture and crockery.

Bewildered, I dismount and leave the horse to the guards.

I want some answers.

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[yestyebejudged]

*he wanders into the courtyard and takes a deep breath of the clean, fresh air*

Ask someone. Really, Edwyn. You should know me better than that. *he shakes his head slightly and frowns at the activity going on.

[maou_cupid]

*The guards don't really need his help. They're getting it all the same but there doesn't seem to be a need for his input. He steps back when he feels it - a presence so very like his own.*

What the-? Oh.

*Steps away from the guards and scans the courtyard for the other.*

[yestyebejudged]

*pauses in his examination of the clean up, his attention caught by an unknown presence. A clone that he has not yet encountered before?*

*his eyes narrow upon seeing maou_cupid.*

Good day to you.

[maou_cupid]

*Smiles, genuinely amused at coming face-to-face with what is essentially himself.*

"A good day?" *Glances at the bustle and upset.* "I think our definitions of 'good' are rather far apart."