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Even discounting the reprehensible behavior of other people, it really is intolerable how much the community invades our privacy and messes around with our lives. As much as I do like this place overall, it has no right to do half of the things that it does, and I don't think that's something that I'll ever just get over or learn to completely accept.

My country's relics aren't toys to be spread around from world to world. These things are taken very seriously, and it would be seen as highly dishonorable and disrespectful for a non-royal to wear or use any sort of royal artifact.

[... here she would like everyone to ignore the fact that she willingly gave away her first army uniform]

The community is highly disrespectful. I really don't say this enough.

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Displeased, I take it.

[A chuckle.]

Nothing new there, my lady.

You make it sound like I'm displeased all of the time.

And yes another chuckle.]

You make sound as if you're displeased all of the time. I do wonder, how would it be to actually see you pleased. Would it scare me?

No.

Simple answers to simple questions. [He sounds amused.] Smiling from time to time, actually smiling from time to time, never killed anybody... Well yes, I think it did... Never-mind that.

So... what exactly did the good ol' frequency-jammer take from you? How do you know it was the community?

I know it was the community because the place was suddenly flooded with people having had things ported to other worlds. It was obvious.

I smile sometimes.

If you say so... [He seems to be looking around for something. Then he sights.]

I'm safe for now, I guess... I guess...

So, where does the community take these things, anyways? Or do you just get them back?

They give them to other people.

[Smirks.]

[a little annoyed]

You wouldn't find it so funny if it had happened to you.

<.[The smirk is still there.] No. I'm sure about that. However...

[He gets up, giving his back to the camera. He just starts looking around his house. Through the sofas, and under the sofa, behind the sofa...]

Where would the frequency-jammer of a community put your stuff at? [He smirks back over his shoulder.]

It's not just a frequency jammer, you know.

And it's slowly making me a believer. But first impression gained it the name.

[He still smirks]

What was the item that you lost?

[Even though he left the living room for the sake of searching around in the far kitchen, his voice is still clear enough.]

My crown.

He looks back over his shoulder as he opens one of the cabinets that contains his most favorite coffee.]

Aaaand... you say that it could be... uhm... anywhere in other words?

[He doesn't look back again, and his voice sounds rather mysterious, as if he's hiding something.]

Yes. But I got it back.

[He turns around and walks back to the sofa.]

Damn... It would have been rather interesting to find it around here.

[And again, he smirks.]

What would you have done with it?

Study it... take parts of it for intense study...

[He chuckles though, unable to keep the lie.]

It's an ancient relic, right? I'm a history geek. Other than seeing how it looks on me... [...another chuckle...] I would have kept it safe, after taking dozens of pictures to document it.

It's not ancient. It was made for me.

[He moves his shoulders and dusts his right one before looking at the camera with a smirk. The gesture, all in means of teasing her.]

I'm sure, Princess.

Why would you call me "Princess"? I haven't been one in years.

[And there's a facepalm... and a wince... His injury still bothers him.]

It's... It's a saying, my lady.

[He smiles a little, though.]

Other than not understanding each others' words, you're a difficult one. I respect that.

It's a saying usually used to mock somebody, but I actually was a princess before.

You don't act as if you respect me.

Fear and respect are two different things, my lady. I hardly remember what is to be afraid... unless... [He stops there and takes a breath. There was something that deeply scared him... but obviously he wasn't going to say it.]

And can't you understand a joke? Simple teasing from one person to the other. Besides... I'll admit it... you do look cute when angry. There.

[He leans back again... still smirking.]

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