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[thebluedemon.livejournal.com]

I am so sorry for taking so long, Clovis. I just wanted to make sure my hat was in the proper place▬

[This isn't the garden where she was going to pose to be pained in with her children.]

What happened...? Where am I?

Lelouch? Nunnaly? Clovis...?

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[thebluedemon.livejournal.com]

[B/]

[wearafancyhat.livejournal.com]

[BYE, NOTMOM.]

[thebluedemon.livejournal.com]

[BYE NOT SON.]

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[ofthestrategy.livejournal.com]

[He had learned a lot as soon as he set a foot inside this strange town. A man with a bag full of masks was kind enough to inform him about the weird happenings. He was surprised, but it didn't last much. Distress would only cloud his mind, and there were thing far more important.

Far more important, indeed.

Cautiously, but slowly, the Prime Minister walked down the road towards the inn. He knew the procedure: locate key points, important roads, exits. Would it matter here? He didn't know yet. He had already set up his priorities and what was he willing to sacrifice for them. It was only logical.

--again, surprise took over him for a brief moment. Did he truly believe in ghosts? He wasn't sure at the moment, but his rational mind said no immediately. He had buried her. He had beed disgusted, but obeyed his Father. He had kept that to himself, confiding it only to his partner, soulmate, brother.

It was impossible. Or was it? Didn't the odd mask man tell him about the strange situations he might face? He didn't have time to think of this as a nightmare. If it was, it would end. If not, he would still be the Prime Minister, the Second Prince. The mastermind. The puppeteer. Not even a dream, an illusion, or his own delusions would make that change.

He was Scheizel el Britannia.

And right now, he was facing the very Lady Marianne he had cared for, then disposed of. ]

SAME HERE

[thebluedemon.livejournal.com]

[She turned after Lelouch left with a sweet smile, only to notice this new man. Of course, the resemblance of his face was clearly a mark that he was Schneizel el Britannia. For now, she kept the smile and moved a step closer.]

Good evening.

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[ofthestrategy.livejournal.com]

Good evening, madam.

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[thebluedemon.livejournal.com]

Were you going to the tea house as well?

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[ofthestrategy.livejournal.com]

I was merely taking a stroll, milady.

[Something was out of place, and his mind was racing to find what it was before it was too late (for what? He wasn't sure. But he knew it was top priority now).]

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[thebluedemon.livejournal.com]

Marianne. That is my name.

[She smiled a bit.]

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[ofthestrategy.livejournal.com]

Lady Marianne. It is a strange place to see you.

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[thebluedemon.livejournal.com]

It is really, Schneizel? I truly never expected to be here.

DAMMIT

[ofthestrategy.livejournal.com]

No one did, for what I know. Which is not much, mind you.

*EVIL LAUGH*

[thebluedemon.livejournal.com]

So I have seen around. Since when you are here?

[ofthestrategy.livejournal.com]

A day or so.

[Her voice was different. He had to find why.]

[thebluedemon.livejournal.com]

[A calm pause.]

I see. Would you want to come with me to the tea house?

[ofthestrategy.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid I cannot accept the invitation, milady. There are things I must do first.

[thebluedemon.livejournal.com]

That is a pity to hear, Schneizel.

[ofthestrategy.livejournal.com]

Indeed.

[...]

Lady Marianne, may I ask about Lelouch's health? Last time I saw him he had a terrible flu.

[thebluedemon.livejournal.com]

[She titls her head a bit.]

He has been good, really healthy and without any trace of a flu.

[ofthestrategy.livejournal.com]

Really? He doesn't get sick often, that's why I thought it was weird, specially at his age.

[thebluedemon.livejournal.com]

I have been with him all the time, taking care of him. [She knows taht you want to know something so she will only smile.]

[ofthestrategy.livejournal.com]

I see. He's lucky to have such a dedicated mother.

[thebluedemon.livejournal.com]

What is that you want to know, Schneizel?

[ofthestrategy.livejournal.com]

Only the time, my lady. Since, for an unfortunate event, you are no longer with us but with the Goddess from where I come from.

[thebluedemon.livejournal.com]

[She takes a moment to think. Oh, so that's why Lelouch acted like that when they talked. After a moment of silence, she takes a long breath.]

Now I can understand why so many questions. Thank you, Schneizel, for telling me this.