Cadell nodded slowly. "Alrighty then. Sounds pretty chill. Well, I suppose I still got a question tho. Say you find her, help her out, succeed n' negotiations and all that jazz. What's yer plan after that?"

The Prince shrugged. "No idea. I thought I might stay here awhile, see the sights on this world. Doesn't seem like an ideal vacation spot though."

Mr. Stinkfoot nodded in agreement. "There's lots of fighting here. Humans and aliens alike seem drawn to this world because of it, but I and the Prince...we're not as entertained. Some fights can be interesting; others...not so much. In the end, it's all like one big show."

"Yeah." Prince Voidwraith responded. "Once it gets boring, we'll find someone to take us back home."

Cadell raised an eyebrow. "So you're saying that you don't consider it your business to interfere?"

Derrick turned towards the boy and spoke with a hint of warning in his voice. "Cadell, Monarchs usually don't interfere in the affairs of the foreign populace unless they want to invade. granted diplomacy happens, but that's usually with other leaders. Prince Voidswraith here said he just wants to speak with Vamprina."

Cadell smirked, sticking out his tongue jokingly. "Of course. Still..." He glanced back at Voidwrath. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you don't strike me as a typical monarch type."

"We're not invading anybody's planets." the Prince snarled, his voice rising. "Mine has been invaded...and I know exactly how that feels like. It is the single most traumatizing and chaotic experience that I've ever had in my entire life! The way I see it, if I were to try taking over someone else's world, I'm just as bad as the aliens that did this to mine. I would not like to be them, thank you very much."

Mr. Stinkfoot put a tentacle on the Prince's shoulder. "Sir..." he cautioned, but the young ruler's eyes were still ablaze. At length, the Prince sighed, seemingly relaxing.

"I'd prefer to forget that memory." he said quietly, dropping his gaze. "I lost many of my people because of it."

There was a brief silence, and then the Prince shook his head. Making eye contact with Cadell, he grinned, clearly displaying his fangs. "If you don't think I'm the royal type, just wait till you see the other rulers of the Five Realms. You'd simply love Princess Hellfire of the Doomrealm."

A person burst out laughing. They was there as if they had been since my other characters left, and if you checked the pad, their name would be written.

Cadell squinted at Voidwrath. "I suppose I worded that a bit too short. Great brushing skills though. Seriously, mine couldn't look whiter if I plastered 'em. I don't mean to condescend, but I wasn't referring to just violence... Nah man, I believe I said interfere. Funny word, that one."

Raising an eyebrow, he continued. "Look, I understand this is a topic ya wanna avoid, and I have no idea how yer world's politics work, but helping out other 'nations' ain't a bad thing. Heck, great opportunity for starting some good relations, as D-man so eloquently affirmed for us. Doesn't even have to be fast. After all this blows over, I honestly think that'd be a great start."

Prince Voidwraith nodded at Cadell. "I'm not so sure how I'd help here. Before the invasion, there used to be very little interaction between I and the other rulers of the Five Realms. Now, we've all agreed to be friends...in case there's another attack. Although I may be of influence back on my world, I believe there's very little chance of me making any sort of impact here. I tend to lose my temper easily when disrespected. It's a habit I have yet to break."

He paused a moment to narrow his eyes at the...entertained newcomer. "Honestly...we tend to look down on humans. They tend to treat us according to appearance. In fact, we visited a human-infested planet once...and had to pose as fake monsters to be able to hide there awhile. Mr. Stinkfoot was a closet monster, and I was the monster under the bed. It was nice at first, but then Halloween was over and we had black-suited humans after us. We've heard of the white-coats that poke animals with sleep thorns and take them apart for experiments. We believed the black suits led to them, and managed to escape. So far, there hasn't been a human planet I've been on that hasn't set its military-type forces against us. We always turn out as a threat one way or the other."

David waved a hand through the air, taking his attention away from his blade. "Please, Voidwrath, these politics, while being interesting to a scholar like me, are kind of... What's the word used today? Oh yeah, tiresome? Yeah that's it."

He set his katana's hilt against the table and leaned forward, gesturing with his hands, "Through listening to your intriguing story, I can tell this is of great importance to you, and I respect that, it seems a worthy cause. But..." He cracked his neck, grunting a little as he did, "What I'd like to know is how you came about to be Prince. Were you born into it? Given it? What?"

Killed for it... A voice rang in David's mind, He could've done that too...

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A bone-white porcelain comedy mask appears in view, followed by the rest of a child's body in a black combat suit that reminds those versed in clothing of a ceremonial monk outfit, a black monkey tail curling behind her.
#89-Hand, steps forward, and puts a hand on the ever-shifting child next to her.
A concept drifts through everyone(whose Architects are not currently... indisposed): a concept of apologising for someone else's mistake. No words, images or sounds are exchanged, just pure concept.

Hand dances over to the sword-scholar, beckoning Incarne to follow her.

The Prince whistled, drawing out the sound as if he'd just been asked what the meaning of life was.

"Well...how should I put this?" he began. "My family's royal bloodline goes way back into the doomsdays. Like, real far. My dad just so happens to be king of the Voidrealm. I'm his son, so that makes me a Prince."

He shrugged. "That's usually how it works, right?"

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Incarne shook their head despairingly, and followed suit.

David shook his head, trying to get rid of the voice ringing through his mind. "I expected as much, I mean, I met Solomon when he was crowned King, and his father had been King before him, so that makes sense." He said, rubbing his fingers together.

I don't believe him... The voice sang.

Shut up Death... David replied, shaking his head again.

With this, the Sword master leaned back, sheathed his katana, and closed his eyes, resting, but still listening.

"I imagine that would be a long ways wouldn't it?"

Derrick crossed his arms and looked to David as he sheathed his weapon. The guy seemed to act a little different when he held the sword, but he supposed it didn't matter since nobody was doing anything threatening to the other.