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Honestly... This is getting a bit much, wouldn't you say?

[An exasperated sigh.]

Yes, I know I was created to be a part of Westeros. That part of my history is well and truly imprinted on me... But I thought you moved on, mundane. The first sighting of Tywin Lannister, of all people, brings these memories flooding back?

You really need to stop chopping and changing. It's not good for either of us.

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[ Like always, there's another "muse" trying to speak logically with their "mun". Nothing more than more failed diplomacy.

However, what is the name of that odd land again? Westeros? Elarian's curious. ]

...You're not from Eorzea, are you?

Honestly, I'm not sure where I'm from.

[ The young scholar tilted his head towards the right with a look of confusion upon his face. ]

Just how is that possible? Surely you would know of your origins better than anyone else. It's not like these asinine fools can just "will" someone to existence, right?

...

Right?

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Unfortunately, that is exactly the case. And I can be in one universe one day, and the other the next.

...Impossible.

J-Just simply impossible!

[ ~~Yes, Elarian. You're nothing more than a figment of my imagination.~~ He's definitely not taking this news very well. ]

I was born in Eorzea and I shall die there. Nothing in this world or next could possibly change that. The same for you and your Westeros.

Please don't ask me to explain the physics of it all, as, I'm afraid I don't know the entire story.

My mundane keeps wittering on about Dimensional Physics, and alternate universes... he understands it a little better than I.

[ A sigh of pure exasperation was heard next from Elarian. His day here in this land of make-believe is getting far worse by the minute. ]

Fine, fine! I'll leave my questions for another day, but this is truly bizarre.

[ He frowns a little. ]

...Who's Tywin Lannister?

What else would your mundane have you be, my lord, if not as you were born?

[ No separation in her mind, of course, between birth and creation.

Catelyn is also sorely subject to her mun's whims; hence, initiating this conversation with her too young to grasp the subject as well as her elder self might. ]

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It is not so much the method of my creation, my lady, more the flexibility of where I currently reside.

Then you refer to the practice of being sent to other worlds?

[ A concept she understands because the muses here oft complain about their comings and goings from games. ]

I should never like to go anyplace where I would have no knowledge of Westeros.

Something like that, yes... More like... alternate forms of myself

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It feels fair that you ought have the deciding say in the form you take, my lord. If you do not wish it overmuch influenced by sighting the Lord of Casterly Rock, then it simply shouldn't be.

Sadly, my history in Westeros is linked to Casterly Rock. If I wish to remain linked to that what I was first created for, I see no alternative for it to be influenced by Lannister.

[ If he would tell her how that is, she'll listen, but she doesn't dare ask. She could have guessed from all that her father's said, and everything she herself knows, that history with Tywin Lannister is seldom a good thing. ]

If that's the way of it, then your choices are fewer than I hoped.

I - regret to say, but I am certain your mundane will arrange that you see Lord Lannister again. That's what they do.

It seems the fate of red and gold are destined to be entwined.

[A sigh.]

So be it, although some solidarity would be nice.

Red and gold? [ Tick, tick, BOOM. ] Surely not the lions, my lord? [ She's wide-eyed and still sounds uncertain of it. ]

[ Oh god. Another one. He can't fucking get away from lions can he?]

[What are you looking at?]

[ Hey, he's actually wondering the same thing.] My...lord?

Ser Loras of House Tyrell, if I'm not mistaken?

That's correct.

You are right in your assumptions, ser. I am Lord Alvin of House Reyne.

[A pause to let that sink in.]

Do not worry about being confused. I have had worse reactions.

[ There's going to make him blink and frown a little before a smile replaces his confusion. Hey, the Tyrells have been taught to play the game after all.]

I'll admit you're not quite what I expected.

I'm sure.

[A calm smile.]

Come then, ser. What did you expect?

If I was being totally truthful. I'm not sure.

Perhaps a bit older? [ Or you know, not around.]

Circumstances are what they are, ser. I am the age the Seven will me to be.

[A pause, because, yeah. Explanation time.]

My father was a younger sibling of the Red Lion of Castamere. He and my lady mother were touring Braavos and the Free Cities to celebrate their marriage when the slaughter happened.

I'm aware of who your father was. I very much doubt there are people who don't. House Reyne was'nt exactly unheard of.

Ah. So I might have gone mad then?

Possibly. Mundanes have been known to bend the fabric of sense, after all.

Truer words have never been spoken. I've ended up in more situations and more beds then I.. [ Yeah. Best not to talk about that] Well, you know.

[His mundane has read the books. He knows.]

They really do tend to stretch the imagination a bit. I, for one, never know if I'm Westerosi or from another universe.

Hardly seems to matter, my lord.

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