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Canon is 'Gunka no Baltzar'

This is as far as you have thought this through? That's a poor performance, mundane, a poor one. And I won't even mention that doing this, bringing me here, has been on your mind for months already. So stop blaming those friends of yours just for nudging you the last few steps.

But do you truly think this is sufficient? Let me tell you: It's not. This absurdity you decided to use as username and the way you labeled my icons are plain insulting! My brother may be amused by this, but I certainly am not! Speaking of which, you better hope I don't run into him here. Even if you say that it's unlikely, what reason do I have yet to trust those words?

As for now you better make this worth my while. I'm a busy man and will not hesitate to punish you dare you end up wasting my time!

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Unfortunately there doesn't really seem to be an end to those ideas either.......

What rather seems to be the problem is that they don't even seem to require actual encouragement. These ideas just... Appear. Seemingly out of nowhere. I am sure you noticed, so I will just go right ahead and ask you whether or not you already have an idea to put a stop to this. You're the wayward strategist after all.

H-hey, you're the one who called me that!! This isn't the sort of situation I've been in before--I don't even know what I'd call this! But. . .going through the girl's memory, ideas decrease or stop entirely if there's an unrelated distraction or if one of us disappears or gets quiet enough. Unfortunately, leaving a mun's headspace seems to be. . .an unrecorded phenomenon. It just happens. Which is why it's referred to as a disappearance. Until then, a muse seems to have difficulty making its way out, or is comfortable enough that it doesn't make an effort. . . .

It's fitting after all, isn't it?

Still. There is something remotely disturbing about the idea of just... Disappearing. It sounds pretty final in an unpleasant way.

Well. . .yes, it is.

Mine has had "disappeared" muses return. It's apparently simply leaving the headspace or getting lost somewhere deep in it, and it often happens after neglect.

So even if we leave, disappear, that's no guarantee that we go back, but much rather we... Remain here after all?

...this would make more sense if we could pin it on Von Liebknecht. I am not comfortable of having to get used to this sort of existence. I may have to communicate with the others that are around here, but I'm not sure how much of a good idea that would be.

It's possible. . .but it's also possible that we haven't actually left. If something happens at home while we're here. . .it can still affect us. It simply depends on our. . ."canon point"?

I'd prefer Liebknecht not be in charge of my life and actions like my mun seems to be able to be, actually. Let's not consider that thought. And I've tried--who you're with is probably different, but it wasn't so bad. A lot of strange people(and a lot of the same person) but not bad.

This gets much more complicated than it originally seemed and it's not a situation that can be solved with weapons either. Are we really going to have to just accept this?

Strange, you say. Well. Just from observing them I may agree with that. At least they seem to be civil. With... A couple of excemptions.

Going by the "muses" who have been here for years. . .yes, it seems to be something we have to deal with. But it probably isn't so bad as long as we get out every so often.

Should I be tempted to ask, Your Highness?

If they think I'm just going to sit here and wait until I am allowed to do something--....!! [Yes. He may just be about to react angrily.]

Tch. Ask about what? The insane man? The hyperactive guy? That loud and really obnoxious little green... Thing? No. You shouldn't be tempted, Major Baltzar.

I-I'm sure you can do what you please in your mun's headspace! [Takes a few steps back!]

Little green thing!? U-understood, Your Highness. I won't ask.

Oh, so you're sure? How can you be sure that I can really do as I please within this confinement? I have matters to attend to! Important matters. Matters I clearly can't take care of while being stuck in some moron's headspace! This is outrageous!

[Backs away a liiiitle more] You don't know that! Maybe your mun will be accommodating, Your Highness! Or you shouldn't have to worry about it--as I said already, maybe you're in both places at one time, and you're doing your work right now, as we speak!

Just what do you think I am? Some kind of creature that just splits itself in two? And even if I were at two places at the same time, how am I, as I am here supposed to know? That idea is hardly reassuring! How can you stay this calm about it?

Because I don't see any point in yelling about it, Your Highness. ~~And because it means I get away from teaching all those brats for a while.~~ Tell me--what will making a fuss about it do? It isn't as though your mun doesn't already know you're upset. You don't need to voice your displeasure for your mundane to know about it.

.........

[Distress level: Much too high. Did he ever mention how much he hates when you make sense just like this...? There's nothing he can actually achieve here with yelling. Especially not with yelling at you. Which sucks.]

You're... Probably right.

[Damn you. Damn you for putting him at a loss so easily.]

[That's not something he knows how to fix. Is he allowed to touch you? Not like "if I touch you, will my hand break" but like "if I touch you, will I not get yelled at more or locked in a cell of some sort?"]

[Either way, putting a hand on your shoulder good-naturedly. ~~Because it's Christmas.~~ The only time they've ever actually touched one another was when you were slamming him against that wall, but he hopes this doesn't seem hostile. Just calm down.]

[Calm down is easily said for you. Being calm isn't exactly what he does on a regular basis. But he'll refrain from breaking your wrist. Or yelling at you. But he does shoot your hand a fairly critical glance that says something among the line of 'What are you planning with that?' - Hopefully you're not intending to leave it there for too long. He might reconsider his decision to not hurt you...]

[Not too long! Don't interpret this friendly squeeze as an attempt at assault, because he's taking his hand away afterwards. innocent! He knows better than to take his chances too far with you.]

What's with that look? [Calm down, there's nothing on Your Highness' shoulder anymore, and he didn't leave anything there.]

[He does check first to make sure you didn't leave aything, though. Once that is confirmed, he takes a small step out of your reach and lets out a sigh.]

Just how do you take all of this so easy?

[Gives a little laugh that's almost a sneer. Almost. Don't interpret it as a sneer!!]

I already told you, it's just not worth getting upset over. And everyone else in here's pretty calm about it, too, which makes it a bit hard to stress myself about it--plus, I have a good, alternate outlet! [Writing ~~smutty, self-insert fanfiction~~ angry poetry!!!] I'm sure if you go work it off, you'll be fine.

[Did you just sneer at him?!??]

An outlet...?

[Can he make yelling at you his outlet? Y/Y?]

[NONONO YOUR HIGHNESS he avoids sneering at important people who need to be respected sir]

Yes, sir! I like writing, for example--something you can lose yourself in to take your mind off of whatever's bothering you, or that you can put your feelings into. Like a punching bag, but not literally. . . .well, maybe you could use a punching bag.

[----where is the N]

[You sure? That looked terribly like a sneer...]

You... Write? [Totally raises an eyebrow at that. Nope. He didn't consider you a literature type. A punching bag, however... He may consider getting one. Or just use you.] And you put your... Feelings into your writings? [Just maybe looking a little curious.]

[What N?]

[Sure. Certain. Completely positive. In fact, if you'll review the instant replay, and pause it riiiight here, you'll distinctly see the words almost a snee--waitshitthatwassupposedtosaynotasneer W-WELL almost means not, too!!]

If I have the time. [Warmongers don't usually tend to be literature types. W-wait, he doesn't mean use anyone else as one. . . .] And I put my feelings into it. I-it sounds stupid, I know, but think of a sad story or a sad poem. Or one with an angry sort of premise--fighting or talking about how much they hate something. It's like that. [looks a little sheepish because he doesn't usually talk about this.]

[Th--the one. . .the N. That stands for No? Nein? . . .No sir? No, your highness? The one that says that you can't make yelling at him your outlet. . . !]

[.........so you did sneer at me. You just wait until he gets his whip!]

You may have to show me some of your works, then. [And that's not a request, no. Je does enjoy reading when he's not ~~using you as a punching bag~~ exercising, so the ~~request~~ order actually makes sense.]

[Ah. You mean the one saying 'No, don't make yelling at you his outlet, use him as your own royal punching bag instead!' - Nooooow we all know what you mean. Well. Sure! That sounds okay.]

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