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Une

*The phone camera is twitching a bit as it focuses on a tired looking face, as if the person holding it was tapping its side. Though he looks mostly exhausted and annoyed, there's a wild look in the back of his eyes that indicates that he's probably not entirely sane.*

Who dares disturb my slumber? Whatever force saw fit to rip me from Rubedo's subconscious in the midst of my well deserved rest would do well to return me to my rightful place. Quaint though this place I've found myself appears, I find my interest in the recreation of the setting of Lost Jerusalem pales when compared to my desire to return to Rubedo's subconscious.

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[Hey Albedo, look who it is.

It almost looks like there's a trace of a smirk on his face too.]

I would almost voice disappointment in such a relatively tame entrance, Weaver, but given the circumstances of this place I suppose it might not be helped.

*He takes definite interest in seeing Wilhelm, but he still looks more tired than anything else. Sorry, suppressing a maniac's U-DO waves and fighting Gaignun for his body really took it out of him.*

As much as I would love to give these fools a demonstration of what they're dealing with, such is indeed difficult given my current condition.

And what about you, Partner? Are you above even whatever power is great enough to tear me from the depths of Rubedo's subconscious and force me to occupy such a mundanely human shell?

It would seem not.

[And even though he doesn't show it? That does bother him.]

Though I at least know where you had been in regards to the stage now that we're here.

Well well, how interesting. I wonder what being could be so powerful as to limit even yourself to mere physical action on but a single level of reality.

Ah, but now you've piqued my curiosity. How much of the production have I missed since I retired from the stage?

I assure you, it's a matter that interests myself as well.

The curtain has been drawn for the last time, it should seem, and the players preparing for a different production.

I presume I needn't tell you anything the resident population has revealed to me about itself so far?

*His eyebrows go up at the description of what he's missed, though.*

How interesting. I wonder how it feels for the director to be so relegated to the audience, though.

No. I've gathered some of the most basic information that's been put out.

It is a new experience, I must admit, and one I'm not too certain of yet. The desire to critique is quite strong, even so shortly into it.

Then do you call this intermission a reprieve or an ill-placed pause in the action?

A reprieve, I would assume.

That's one point I think we will have to disagree on, Partner. So much as I would ordinarily enjoy the opportunity to explore such a setting, I've come from a rather inopportune time. I can only hope that this lingering exhaustion passes soon.

It seems rest would do you some good then, Weaver. Perhaps see what tomorrow might hold.

I'm of the belief we'll be here quite awhile.

Indeed. Though I hope not too long, this human body I've been given falls far short of what I'm used to even in such simple matters as coordination and strength. It's not entirely unbearable, but certainly frustrating.

It is an odd feeling, most certainly, to be bound by flesh.

I would not say it is entirely unpleasant thus far, though.

Mortality, as well, should be an interesting experience. Careful you don't find yourself incapacitated, Partner.

*His tone is teasing, even though he really does mean it.*

[A shadow of a grin appears on Wilhelm's face for a moment before yet again submerging.]

Your concern shall be noted, Weaver. Truly, though, I should hope you, as well, might exercise caution. Such could be a practice worth taking up, no?

*He chuckles a bit, not friendly but definitely amused.*

Surely you don't doubt my own ability to handle myself. While I admit this new state gives me less opportunity to play around, I'm sure I can manage to avoid breaking this body.

Let us hope Weaver.

Let us hope even more this stage might provide a direction as to which we're supposed to take soon.

Agreed. There's nothing more dull than a play lacking in story.

Planning on looking into the script yourself, or waiting to see what this stage's director has in store for his actors the hard way?

Indeed. Better a diatribe, even, then a post-modern work.

I believe I shall, for the moment, attempt to do what an actor would do. I will follow the script, but present my own interpretation to the role.

I'll be looking forward to seeing your performance, then~

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