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[royal_checkmate]

[It takes Schneizel a minute to realize that there is no table on his private plane to place the nonexistent wine glass, in his hands, on. In fact, there is no plane and he's quite safely standing on the ground, all but bemused with the current situation.]

Ah? Well I must have been so caught up in my thoughts, for I haven't even realized that we

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[tree_hugr]

I do not believe you can leave very soon, sir.

I apologize, this must be very inconvenient for you.

[royal_checkmate]

Hm? May I ask why?

Not too inconvenient, miss. I always get to my destination, one way or another.

[tree_hugr]

It is not something I can very well explain, however, I can say that you are in Template. As far as I am aware you can not leave on a whim.

I hope you can, sir.

[royal_checkmate]

Yes, I have realized this, now. But, I am glad to say that I am not alone in this city.

Thank you. Ah, I should introduce myself? [He politely nods to Martel.] Schneizel el Brittania, miss.

[justsopretty]

B-Brother?!

(1/2?)

[royal_checkmate]

...What?

2/2

[royal_checkmate]

[Logic says dead people are supposed to be dead. This does not compute.]

What is Kanon putting in my wine? I'm seeing things.

[justsopretty]

What? No, it's--

Don't you recognize me, Schneizel?

[timeforjam]

Who're you?

[royal_checkmate]

Schneizel el Britannia, miss. I've just arrived.

[timeforjam]

Well hi. Nice to meeeet you.

[royal_checkmate]

Likewise, miss...ah?

[not_those_guns]

This isn't Area 11, or whatever place you're talking about, it's Template, actually.

[royal_checkmate]

I see. I've already spoke to many residents and they all agreed that you can't leave this city. Is that true, miss?

[not_those_guns]

Unfortunately, yes, that is true.