Quinn "Logic" Sansoucie

*It has been enough time that while Quinn has moved on from the majority of the anger. Reverie has since taken up the mantle. As the self proclaimed "protector of the other Wonders". They have not appreciated Quinn's life in constant jeopardy.*

*Reverie stands there for a second looking at them before shaking their head.* "Sorry, I think I might have gotten the wrong... door? I dont have a quarrel with you! I'm looking for Logan."

*Kingan bows back, not yet able to process much of that intro besides that their name is Reverie* I am Kingan. King Creativity's royal advisor.

"Well Kingan it is great to meet your acquaintance! And an royal advisor! How marvelous! People like you are splendors to be around and immensely helpful!"

*The more Kingan studies Reverie, the more realizes just how much they remind him of his King. The indignation mostly. It's familiar in a comforting way. Kingan stands the side out of respect, allowing the rightfully wrathful reverant to pace in their anger*

"War! Oh no! No no no! See I can't fight him. He has stronger people on his side. Especially on his grounds. This was a diplomatic mission firstly. To tell him to cut it out less actual threats of harm shall be levied. If he believes me in my threats is a completely separate story." *Reverie asided as they paced*

*Kingan is much more intrigued now than before* If you're so clearly more advanced than them, why not demand change, or at least an apology, outright with threats? Why leave room for the enemy to build up defenses? Strike first. Don't make them ask for forgiveness. Make them beg for mercy.

"We practice more big stick diplomacy, plus we know soo much about nuclear detterence. Our divine creators father is a pretty knowledgeable in it!" *Reveire says excitedly, like parroting a speech from Quinn* "Plus again if we attack, we run the risk of losing our favors and resources. We depend on this place for ease of access to food specifically. Without the trade here we run risky."

I... actually don't have a liege anymore. I'm supposed to be advising Prince Roman and Duke Remus but they're both too similar and too different from King at the same time. It doesn't feel right to serve them since they're essentially just his replacement. I haven't necessarily chosen a liege yet and nobody has explicitly asked for my advice so I can't even say I'm someone's temporary advisor.

"Oh! Well... I mean. Um. There there? I can't quite relate to what you mean. But I think you can outlive your creator the same way an art can outlive an artist! We still talk about Van Gogh well past his time! The works of Edgar Allen Poe are still dissected in classes young and old till this day!" *Reverie walked up to Kingan with a sweet smile, grabbing his hands*

Yours? You'd accept me as your advisor? *Kingan's eyes widen and, for the first time since this conversation has started, Kingan genuinely and sincerely smiles* I'd serve you greatly and bring only honor to your name and the realm of the Wonders. I swear it.

"Oh stand now! No need for so much formality!" *Reverie waves off. But the line "As long as your reign shall live" lingers in their mind. How could they begin to explain the loom of fate to Kingan.* "Please don't feel the need to kneel or bow to me! I am sure its not comfortable considering how short I am compared to you!"

"They are! I make the best tacos ever! That's what everyone says anyway! And thank you for calling me kind! I try my hardest!" *Reverie smiles at Kingan as they guide the advisor to the kitchen* "Please sit! Be my guest in someone elses house. It's fine because it's funny!" *Reverie turns around to see Quinn holding a note in their hand climbing out of the fridge. Looking very annoyed*

*While he does seem a bit hurt that Quinn seems to dislike him upon meeting him, even going so far as to compare him to someone who tried to kill them, he remains slightly bowed and respectful*

"Oh! Um! I don't really know how to teach people how to cook. Um.." *Reverie looked suddenly more nervous. Being asked to do something out of the elaborate character. Something they normally dont mind doing.* "I mean you want to learn from me? I don't really have a lot... to learn from me about? Normally I would recommend Quinn they're the smarter one. I'm just the..." *Reverie seemed to not know how to describe themselves*

Your majesty, if I may, I think you'd make a fine teacher. You encouraged me just moments ago and used splendid imagery and metaphorical language in doing so. Just because you might not be the harbinger of knowledge for the Wonders, that doesn't mean you're unintelligent.

"Well um... thank you Kingan. I appreciate the flattery." *Reverie turned away and took a step back as they turned on the burner. Jumping slightly as the flame lit* "So um... you want to take your beef and put it. In the pan. On the burner. And break it up." *Reverie did every task extremely carefully especially if it involved moving closer to the stove*

*Reverie was fiddling with their gloves. Pulling them on tighter despite then being fully on. When they noticed Kingan washing the dishes they sped up their pace shaking their head* "Kingan! No no! We eat first! That way we can have energy for the clean up!!"

*Kingan looks confused at the gem momentarily before processing the words Rev has spoken. He laughs politely at the joke and sits* While I understand that remark was meant to be humorous, working yourself to the bone is terrible for many reasons, my liege.

*Reverie looked at their broach and covered it up with their hand* "Oh Um! Its kind of like an accessory. Um don't worry about it!" *Reverie took a bite of their taco trying to avoid the conversation. They looked away trying to give a subtle hint to Kingan to move on*

"Oh! Well thank you. I only make the best! Cooking is a form of art you know!" *They spoke with their hand not holding the taco. And it seems the gem has gone back to being a bright red from the complement. Is this shit a mood ring.*

I don't think I can accurately comment on this considering until I came to my most recent existence, I didn't need to eat. I was a creation of King's. I haven't really had a proper meal since the beginning of my existence. Mostly just snacks when I feel hungry.

*Reverie almost choked on their taco. They coughed into their arm for a moment before slamming their hands on the table* "You mean King never fed his subjects? This is your first meal? It should have been a feast! I should have taken you to the castle right away and had a big meal in celebration for an addition to the court!" *Reverie got up and started pacing* "Ugh I'm an idiot! If I had known this was your first meal it would have been better than tacos! I could have known too! If I just looked at the-" *Reverie noticed that their gem was swirling green and red now. They shook their head*

*The King never saw the need to feed his subjects. They're imaginary, they don't need anything considering they're made of sand and mud and the King's magic. He never needed, or even wanted, to eat until he'd become a fusion side*

*Reverie shook their head* "No! It's unjust for a King to not feed his court! For his subjects to not have been fed! Its wrong and despicable! I should not need to eat but the divine creators saw fit I should be able to! And then gave me the ability to! I am imaginary! King was imaginary! Everything around you is imaginary! Yet theres a kitchen! And and!" *Reverie sat back down taking a deep breath*

*Kingan ponders that a moment, rolling the information around in his head. Trying to replace the old with the new. A leader shouldn't be better off than those they lead. Noted. Kingan nods* Understood your majesty. I think I get it.

"Well just know. Any food you want I will get for you. I promise you as the Wonder of Creativity." *Reverie said with a kind expression. The gem was now back to being all red*

Oh, I'm certain. Why did you resort to throwing them through the fridge anyway, your highness? Why exactly did they crawl out of the fridge in the first place?

*Reverie blinked for a moment* "Right it isn't common knowledge. Um the fridge houses the portal between this realm and my realm. I was telling Quinn to go home essentially, by throwing them back in the fridge." *Reverie imagining up a little cloud in their hand that showed a diagram of how it worked. It looked like a popsicle stick puppet show*

"Know what! This is why I needed an advisor! I completely forgot I was here for that!" *Reverie laughed and knocked on their head clicking their tounge. Joking their head is empty* "I got the worlds worse memory. Just horrid memory issues. I don't remember like over half of my early years!"

*It has been enough time that while Quinn has moved on from the majority of the anger. Reverie has since taken up the mantle. As the self proclaimed "protector of the other Wonders". They have not appreciated Quinn's life in constant jeopardy.*

*Reverie stands there for a second looking at them before shaking their head.* "Sorry, I think I might have gotten the wrong... door? I dont have a quarrel with you! I'm looking for Logan."

*Kingan bows back, not yet able to process much of that intro besides that their name is Reverie* I am Kingan. King Creativity's royal advisor.

"Well Kingan it is great to meet your acquaintance! And an royal advisor! How marvelous! People like you are splendors to be around and immensely helpful!"

*The more Kingan studies Reverie, the more realizes just how much they remind him of his King. The indignation mostly. It's familiar in a comforting way. Kingan stands the side out of respect, allowing the rightfully wrathful reverant to pace in their anger*

"War! Oh no! No no no! See I can't fight him. He has stronger people on his side. Especially on his grounds. This was a diplomatic mission firstly. To tell him to cut it out less actual threats of harm shall be levied. If he believes me in my threats is a completely separate story." *Reverie asided as they paced*

*Kingan is much more intrigued now than before* If you're so clearly more advanced than them, why not demand change, or at least an apology, outright with threats? Why leave room for the enemy to build up defenses? Strike first. Don't make them ask for forgiveness. Make them beg for mercy.

"We practice more big stick diplomacy, plus we know soo much about nuclear detterence. Our divine creators father is a pretty knowledgeable in it!" *Reveire says excitedly, like parroting a speech from Quinn* "Plus again if we attack, we run the risk of losing our favors and resources. We depend on this place for ease of access to food specifically. Without the trade here we run risky."

I... actually don't have a liege anymore. I'm supposed to be advising Prince Roman and Duke Remus but they're both too similar and too different from King at the same time. It doesn't feel right to serve them since they're essentially just his replacement. I haven't necessarily chosen a liege yet and nobody has explicitly asked for my advice so I can't even say I'm someone's temporary advisor.

"Oh! Well... I mean. Um. There there? I can't quite relate to what you mean. But I think you can outlive your creator the same way an art can outlive an artist! We still talk about Van Gogh well past his time! The works of Edgar Allen Poe are still dissected in classes young and old till this day!" *Reverie walked up to Kingan with a sweet smile, grabbing his hands*

Yours? You'd accept me as your advisor? *Kingan's eyes widen and, for the first time since this conversation has started, Kingan genuinely and sincerely smiles* I'd serve you greatly and bring only honor to your name and the realm of the Wonders. I swear it.

"Oh stand now! No need for so much formality!" *Reverie waves off. But the line "As long as your reign shall live" lingers in their mind. How could they begin to explain the loom of fate to Kingan.* "Please don't feel the need to kneel or bow to me! I am sure its not comfortable considering how short I am compared to you!"

"They are! I make the best tacos ever! That's what everyone says anyway! And thank you for calling me kind! I try my hardest!" *Reverie smiles at Kingan as they guide the advisor to the kitchen* "Please sit! Be my guest in someone elses house. It's fine because it's funny!" *Reverie turns around to see Quinn holding a note in their hand climbing out of the fridge. Looking very annoyed*

*While he does seem a bit hurt that Quinn seems to dislike him upon meeting him, even going so far as to compare him to someone who tried to kill them, he remains slightly bowed and respectful*

"Oh! Um! I don't really know how to teach people how to cook. Um.." *Reverie looked suddenly more nervous. Being asked to do something out of the elaborate character. Something they normally dont mind doing.* "I mean you want to learn from me? I don't really have a lot... to learn from me about? Normally I would recommend Quinn they're the smarter one. I'm just the..." *Reverie seemed to not know how to describe themselves*

Your majesty, if I may, I think you'd make a fine teacher. You encouraged me just moments ago and used splendid imagery and metaphorical language in doing so. Just because you might not be the harbinger of knowledge for the Wonders, that doesn't mean you're unintelligent.

"Well um... thank you Kingan. I appreciate the flattery." *Reverie turned away and took a step back as they turned on the burner. Jumping slightly as the flame lit* "So um... you want to take your beef and put it. In the pan. On the burner. And break it up." *Reverie did every task extremely carefully especially if it involved moving closer to the stove*

*Reverie was fiddling with their gloves. Pulling them on tighter despite then being fully on. When they noticed Kingan washing the dishes they sped up their pace shaking their head* "Kingan! No no! We eat first! That way we can have energy for the clean up!!"

*Kingan looks confused at the gem momentarily before processing the words Rev has spoken. He laughs politely at the joke and sits* While I understand that remark was meant to be humorous, working yourself to the bone is terrible for many reasons, my liege.

*Reverie looked at their broach and covered it up with their hand* "Oh Um! Its kind of like an accessory. Um don't worry about it!" *Reverie took a bite of their taco trying to avoid the conversation. They looked away trying to give a subtle hint to Kingan to move on*

"Oh! Well thank you. I only make the best! Cooking is a form of art you know!" *They spoke with their hand not holding the taco. And it seems the gem has gone back to being a bright red from the complement. Is this shit a mood ring.*

I don't think I can accurately comment on this considering until I came to my most recent existence, I didn't need to eat. I was a creation of King's. I haven't really had a proper meal since the beginning of my existence. Mostly just snacks when I feel hungry.

*Reverie almost choked on their taco. They coughed into their arm for a moment before slamming their hands on the table* "You mean King never fed his subjects? This is your first meal? It should have been a feast! I should have taken you to the castle right away and had a big meal in celebration for an addition to the court!" *Reverie got up and started pacing* "Ugh I'm an idiot! If I had known this was your first meal it would have been better than tacos! I could have known too! If I just looked at the-" *Reverie noticed that their gem was swirling green and red now. They shook their head*

*The King never saw the need to feed his subjects. They're imaginary, they don't need anything considering they're made of sand and mud and the King's magic. He never needed, or even wanted, to eat until he'd become a fusion side*

*Reverie shook their head* "No! It's unjust for a King to not feed his court! For his subjects to not have been fed! Its wrong and despicable! I should not need to eat but the divine creators saw fit I should be able to! And then gave me the ability to! I am imaginary! King was imaginary! Everything around you is imaginary! Yet theres a kitchen! And and!" *Reverie sat back down taking a deep breath*

*Kingan ponders that a moment, rolling the information around in his head. Trying to replace the old with the new. A leader shouldn't be better off than those they lead. Noted. Kingan nods* Understood your majesty. I think I get it.

"Well just know. Any food you want I will get for you. I promise you as the Wonder of Creativity." *Reverie said with a kind expression. The gem was now back to being all red*

Oh, I'm certain. Why did you resort to throwing them through the fridge anyway, your highness? Why exactly did they crawl out of the fridge in the first place?

*Reverie blinked for a moment* "Right it isn't common knowledge. Um the fridge houses the portal between this realm and my realm. I was telling Quinn to go home essentially, by throwing them back in the fridge." *Reverie imagining up a little cloud in their hand that showed a diagram of how it worked. It looked like a popsicle stick puppet show*

*It has been enough time that while Quinn has moved on from the majority of the anger. Reverie has since taken up the mantle. As the self proclaimed "protector of the other Wonders". They have not appreciated Quinn's life in constant jeopardy.*

*Reverie stands there for a second looking at them before shaking their head.* "Sorry, I think I might have gotten the wrong... door? I dont have a quarrel with you! I'm looking for Logan."

*Kingan bows back, not yet able to process much of that intro besides that their name is Reverie* I am Kingan. King Creativity's royal advisor.

"Well Kingan it is great to meet your acquaintance! And an royal advisor! How marvelous! People like you are splendors to be around and immensely helpful!"

*The more Kingan studies Reverie, the more realizes just how much they remind him of his King. The indignation mostly. It's familiar in a comforting way. Kingan stands the side out of respect, allowing the rightfully wrathful reverant to pace in their anger*

"War! Oh no! No no no! See I can't fight him. He has stronger people on his side. Especially on his grounds. This was a diplomatic mission firstly. To tell him to cut it out less actual threats of harm shall be levied. If he believes me in my threats is a completely separate story." *Reverie asided as they paced*

*Kingan is much more intrigued now than before* If you're so clearly more advanced than them, why not demand change, or at least an apology, outright with threats? Why leave room for the enemy to build up defenses? Strike first. Don't make them ask for forgiveness. Make them beg for mercy.

"We practice more big stick diplomacy, plus we know soo much about nuclear detterence. Our divine creators father is a pretty knowledgeable in it!" *Reveire says excitedly, like parroting a speech from Quinn* "Plus again if we attack, we run the risk of losing our favors and resources. We depend on this place for ease of access to food specifically. Without the trade here we run risky."

I... actually don't have a liege anymore. I'm supposed to be advising Prince Roman and Duke Remus but they're both too similar and too different from King at the same time. It doesn't feel right to serve them since they're essentially just his replacement. I haven't necessarily chosen a liege yet and nobody has explicitly asked for my advice so I can't even say I'm someone's temporary advisor.

"Oh! Well... I mean. Um. There there? I can't quite relate to what you mean. But I think you can outlive your creator the same way an art can outlive an artist! We still talk about Van Gogh well past his time! The works of Edgar Allen Poe are still dissected in classes young and old till this day!" *Reverie walked up to Kingan with a sweet smile, grabbing his hands*

Yours? You'd accept me as your advisor? *Kingan's eyes widen and, for the first time since this conversation has started, Kingan genuinely and sincerely smiles* I'd serve you greatly and bring only honor to your name and the realm of the Wonders. I swear it.

"Oh stand now! No need for so much formality!" *Reverie waves off. But the line "As long as your reign shall live" lingers in their mind. How could they begin to explain the loom of fate to Kingan.* "Please don't feel the need to kneel or bow to me! I am sure its not comfortable considering how short I am compared to you!"

"They are! I make the best tacos ever! That's what everyone says anyway! And thank you for calling me kind! I try my hardest!" *Reverie smiles at Kingan as they guide the advisor to the kitchen* "Please sit! Be my guest in someone elses house. It's fine because it's funny!" *Reverie turns around to see Quinn holding a note in their hand climbing out of the fridge. Looking very annoyed*

*While he does seem a bit hurt that Quinn seems to dislike him upon meeting him, even going so far as to compare him to someone who tried to kill them, he remains slightly bowed and respectful*

"Oh! Um! I don't really know how to teach people how to cook. Um.." *Reverie looked suddenly more nervous. Being asked to do something out of the elaborate character. Something they normally dont mind doing.* "I mean you want to learn from me? I don't really have a lot... to learn from me about? Normally I would recommend Quinn they're the smarter one. I'm just the..." *Reverie seemed to not know how to describe themselves*

Your majesty, if I may, I think you'd make a fine teacher. You encouraged me just moments ago and used splendid imagery and metaphorical language in doing so. Just because you might not be the harbinger of knowledge for the Wonders, that doesn't mean you're unintelligent.

"Well um... thank you Kingan. I appreciate the flattery." *Reverie turned away and took a step back as they turned on the burner. Jumping slightly as the flame lit* "So um... you want to take your beef and put it. In the pan. On the burner. And break it up." *Reverie did every task extremely carefully especially if it involved moving closer to the stove*

*Reverie was fiddling with their gloves. Pulling them on tighter despite then being fully on. When they noticed Kingan washing the dishes they sped up their pace shaking their head* "Kingan! No no! We eat first! That way we can have energy for the clean up!!"

*Kingan looks confused at the gem momentarily before processing the words Rev has spoken. He laughs politely at the joke and sits* While I understand that remark was meant to be humorous, working yourself to the bone is terrible for many reasons, my liege.

*Reverie looked at their broach and covered it up with their hand* "Oh Um! Its kind of like an accessory. Um don't worry about it!" *Reverie took a bite of their taco trying to avoid the conversation. They looked away trying to give a subtle hint to Kingan to move on*

"Oh! Well thank you. I only make the best! Cooking is a form of art you know!" *They spoke with their hand not holding the taco. And it seems the gem has gone back to being a bright red from the complement. Is this shit a mood ring.*

I don't think I can accurately comment on this considering until I came to my most recent existence, I didn't need to eat. I was a creation of King's. I haven't really had a proper meal since the beginning of my existence. Mostly just snacks when I feel hungry.

*Reverie almost choked on their taco. They coughed into their arm for a moment before slamming their hands on the table* "You mean King never fed his subjects? This is your first meal? It should have been a feast! I should have taken you to the castle right away and had a big meal in celebration for an addition to the court!" *Reverie got up and started pacing* "Ugh I'm an idiot! If I had known this was your first meal it would have been better than tacos! I could have known too! If I just looked at the-" *Reverie noticed that their gem was swirling green and red now. They shook their head*

*The King never saw the need to feed his subjects. They're imaginary, they don't need anything considering they're made of sand and mud and the King's magic. He never needed, or even wanted, to eat until he'd become a fusion side*

*Reverie shook their head* "No! It's unjust for a King to not feed his court! For his subjects to not have been fed! Its wrong and despicable! I should not need to eat but the divine creators saw fit I should be able to! And then gave me the ability to! I am imaginary! King was imaginary! Everything around you is imaginary! Yet theres a kitchen! And and!" *Reverie sat back down taking a deep breath*

*Kingan ponders that a moment, rolling the information around in his head. Trying to replace the old with the new. A leader shouldn't be better off than those they lead. Noted. Kingan nods* Understood your majesty. I think I get it.

"Well just know. Any food you want I will get for you. I promise you as the Wonder of Creativity." *Reverie said with a kind expression. The gem was now back to being all red*

Oh, I'm certain. Why did you resort to throwing them through the fridge anyway, your highness? Why exactly did they crawl out of the fridge in the first place?

*Reverie blinked for a moment* "Right it isn't common knowledge. Um the fridge houses the portal between this realm and my realm. I was telling Quinn to go home essentially, by throwing them back in the fridge." *Reverie imagining up a little cloud in their hand that showed a diagram of how it worked. It looked like a popsicle stick puppet show*

*It has been enough time that while Quinn has moved on from the majority of the anger. Reverie has since taken up the mantle. As the self proclaimed "protector of the other Wonders". They have not appreciated Quinn's life in constant jeopardy.*

*Reverie stands there for a second looking at them before shaking their head.* "Sorry, I think I might have gotten the wrong... door? I dont have a quarrel with you! I'm looking for Logan."

*Kingan bows back, not yet able to process much of that intro besides that their name is Reverie* I am Kingan. King Creativity's royal advisor.

"Well Kingan it is great to meet your acquaintance! And an royal advisor! How marvelous! People like you are splendors to be around and immensely helpful!"

*The more Kingan studies Reverie, the more realizes just how much they remind him of his King. The indignation mostly. It's familiar in a comforting way. Kingan stands the side out of respect, allowing the rightfully wrathful reverant to pace in their anger*

"War! Oh no! No no no! See I can't fight him. He has stronger people on his side. Especially on his grounds. This was a diplomatic mission firstly. To tell him to cut it out less actual threats of harm shall be levied. If he believes me in my threats is a completely separate story." *Reverie asided as they paced*

*Kingan is much more intrigued now than before* If you're so clearly more advanced than them, why not demand change, or at least an apology, outright with threats? Why leave room for the enemy to build up defenses? Strike first. Don't make them ask for forgiveness. Make them beg for mercy.

"We practice more big stick diplomacy, plus we know soo much about nuclear detterence. Our divine creators father is a pretty knowledgeable in it!" *Reveire says excitedly, like parroting a speech from Quinn* "Plus again if we attack, we run the risk of losing our favors and resources. We depend on this place for ease of access to food specifically. Without the trade here we run risky."

I... actually don't have a liege anymore. I'm supposed to be advising Prince Roman and Duke Remus but they're both too similar and too different from King at the same time. It doesn't feel right to serve them since they're essentially just his replacement. I haven't necessarily chosen a liege yet and nobody has explicitly asked for my advice so I can't even say I'm someone's temporary advisor.

"Oh! Well... I mean. Um. There there? I can't quite relate to what you mean. But I think you can outlive your creator the same way an art can outlive an artist! We still talk about Van Gogh well past his time! The works of Edgar Allen Poe are still dissected in classes young and old till this day!" *Reverie walked up to Kingan with a sweet smile, grabbing his hands*

Yours? You'd accept me as your advisor? *Kingan's eyes widen and, for the first time since this conversation has started, Kingan genuinely and sincerely smiles* I'd serve you greatly and bring only honor to your name and the realm of the Wonders. I swear it.

"Oh stand now! No need for so much formality!" *Reverie waves off. But the line "As long as your reign shall live" lingers in their mind. How could they begin to explain the loom of fate to Kingan.* "Please don't feel the need to kneel or bow to me! I am sure its not comfortable considering how short I am compared to you!"

"They are! I make the best tacos ever! That's what everyone says anyway! And thank you for calling me kind! I try my hardest!" *Reverie smiles at Kingan as they guide the advisor to the kitchen* "Please sit! Be my guest in someone elses house. It's fine because it's funny!" *Reverie turns around to see Quinn holding a note in their hand climbing out of the fridge. Looking very annoyed*

*While he does seem a bit hurt that Quinn seems to dislike him upon meeting him, even going so far as to compare him to someone who tried to kill them, he remains slightly bowed and respectful*

"Oh! Um! I don't really know how to teach people how to cook. Um.." *Reverie looked suddenly more nervous. Being asked to do something out of the elaborate character. Something they normally dont mind doing.* "I mean you want to learn from me? I don't really have a lot... to learn from me about? Normally I would recommend Quinn they're the smarter one. I'm just the..." *Reverie seemed to not know how to describe themselves*

Your majesty, if I may, I think you'd make a fine teacher. You encouraged me just moments ago and used splendid imagery and metaphorical language in doing so. Just because you might not be the harbinger of knowledge for the Wonders, that doesn't mean you're unintelligent.

"Well um... thank you Kingan. I appreciate the flattery." *Reverie turned away and took a step back as they turned on the burner. Jumping slightly as the flame lit* "So um... you want to take your beef and put it. In the pan. On the burner. And break it up." *Reverie did every task extremely carefully especially if it involved moving closer to the stove*

*Reverie was fiddling with their gloves. Pulling them on tighter despite then being fully on. When they noticed Kingan washing the dishes they sped up their pace shaking their head* "Kingan! No no! We eat first! That way we can have energy for the clean up!!"

*Kingan looks confused at the gem momentarily before processing the words Rev has spoken. He laughs politely at the joke and sits* While I understand that remark was meant to be humorous, working yourself to the bone is terrible for many reasons, my liege.

*Reverie looked at their broach and covered it up with their hand* "Oh Um! Its kind of like an accessory. Um don't worry about it!" *Reverie took a bite of their taco trying to avoid the conversation. They looked away trying to give a subtle hint to Kingan to move on*

"Oh! Well thank you. I only make the best! Cooking is a form of art you know!" *They spoke with their hand not holding the taco. And it seems the gem has gone back to being a bright red from the complement. Is this shit a mood ring.*

I don't think I can accurately comment on this considering until I came to my most recent existence, I didn't need to eat. I was a creation of King's. I haven't really had a proper meal since the beginning of my existence. Mostly just snacks when I feel hungry.

*Reverie almost choked on their taco. They coughed into their arm for a moment before slamming their hands on the table* "You mean King never fed his subjects? This is your first meal? It should have been a feast! I should have taken you to the castle right away and had a big meal in celebration for an addition to the court!" *Reverie got up and started pacing* "Ugh I'm an idiot! If I had known this was your first meal it would have been better than tacos! I could have known too! If I just looked at the-" *Reverie noticed that their gem was swirling green and red now. They shook their head*

*The King never saw the need to feed his subjects. They're imaginary, they don't need anything considering they're made of sand and mud and the King's magic. He never needed, or even wanted, to eat until he'd become a fusion side*

*Reverie shook their head* "No! It's unjust for a King to not feed his court! For his subjects to not have been fed! Its wrong and despicable! I should not need to eat but the divine creators saw fit I should be able to! And then gave me the ability to! I am imaginary! King was imaginary! Everything around you is imaginary! Yet theres a kitchen! And and!" *Reverie sat back down taking a deep breath*

*Kingan ponders that a moment, rolling the information around in his head. Trying to replace the old with the new. A leader shouldn't be better off than those they lead. Noted. Kingan nods* Understood your majesty. I think I get it.

"Well just know. Any food you want I will get for you. I promise you as the Wonder of Creativity." *Reverie said with a kind expression. The gem was now back to being all red*

*It has been enough time that while Quinn has moved on from the majority of the anger. Reverie has since taken up the mantle. As the self proclaimed "protector of the other Wonders". They have not appreciated Quinn's life in constant jeopardy.*

*Reverie stands there for a second looking at them before shaking their head.* "Sorry, I think I might have gotten the wrong... door? I dont have a quarrel with you! I'm looking for Logan."

*Kingan bows back, not yet able to process much of that intro besides that their name is Reverie* I am Kingan. King Creativity's royal advisor.

"Well Kingan it is great to meet your acquaintance! And an royal advisor! How marvelous! People like you are splendors to be around and immensely helpful!"

*The more Kingan studies Reverie, the more realizes just how much they remind him of his King. The indignation mostly. It's familiar in a comforting way. Kingan stands the side out of respect, allowing the rightfully wrathful reverant to pace in their anger*

"War! Oh no! No no no! See I can't fight him. He has stronger people on his side. Especially on his grounds. This was a diplomatic mission firstly. To tell him to cut it out less actual threats of harm shall be levied. If he believes me in my threats is a completely separate story." *Reverie asided as they paced*

*Kingan is much more intrigued now than before* If you're so clearly more advanced than them, why not demand change, or at least an apology, outright with threats? Why leave room for the enemy to build up defenses? Strike first. Don't make them ask for forgiveness. Make them beg for mercy.

"We practice more big stick diplomacy, plus we know soo much about nuclear detterence. Our divine creators father is a pretty knowledgeable in it!" *Reveire says excitedly, like parroting a speech from Quinn* "Plus again if we attack, we run the risk of losing our favors and resources. We depend on this place for ease of access to food specifically. Without the trade here we run risky."

I... actually don't have a liege anymore. I'm supposed to be advising Prince Roman and Duke Remus but they're both too similar and too different from King at the same time. It doesn't feel right to serve them since they're essentially just his replacement. I haven't necessarily chosen a liege yet and nobody has explicitly asked for my advice so I can't even say I'm someone's temporary advisor.

"Oh! Well... I mean. Um. There there? I can't quite relate to what you mean. But I think you can outlive your creator the same way an art can outlive an artist! We still talk about Van Gogh well past his time! The works of Edgar Allen Poe are still dissected in classes young and old till this day!" *Reverie walked up to Kingan with a sweet smile, grabbing his hands*

Yours? You'd accept me as your advisor? *Kingan's eyes widen and, for the first time since this conversation has started, Kingan genuinely and sincerely smiles* I'd serve you greatly and bring only honor to your name and the realm of the Wonders. I swear it.

"Oh stand now! No need for so much formality!" *Reverie waves off. But the line "As long as your reign shall live" lingers in their mind. How could they begin to explain the loom of fate to Kingan.* "Please don't feel the need to kneel or bow to me! I am sure its not comfortable considering how short I am compared to you!"

"They are! I make the best tacos ever! That's what everyone says anyway! And thank you for calling me kind! I try my hardest!" *Reverie smiles at Kingan as they guide the advisor to the kitchen* "Please sit! Be my guest in someone elses house. It's fine because it's funny!" *Reverie turns around to see Quinn holding a note in their hand climbing out of the fridge. Looking very annoyed*

*While he does seem a bit hurt that Quinn seems to dislike him upon meeting him, even going so far as to compare him to someone who tried to kill them, he remains slightly bowed and respectful*

"Oh! Um! I don't really know how to teach people how to cook. Um.." *Reverie looked suddenly more nervous. Being asked to do something out of the elaborate character. Something they normally dont mind doing.* "I mean you want to learn from me? I don't really have a lot... to learn from me about? Normally I would recommend Quinn they're the smarter one. I'm just the..." *Reverie seemed to not know how to describe themselves*

Your majesty, if I may, I think you'd make a fine teacher. You encouraged me just moments ago and used splendid imagery and metaphorical language in doing so. Just because you might not be the harbinger of knowledge for the Wonders, that doesn't mean you're unintelligent.

"Well um... thank you Kingan. I appreciate the flattery." *Reverie turned away and took a step back as they turned on the burner. Jumping slightly as the flame lit* "So um... you want to take your beef and put it. In the pan. On the burner. And break it up." *Reverie did every task extremely carefully especially if it involved moving closer to the stove*

*Reverie was fiddling with their gloves. Pulling them on tighter despite then being fully on. When they noticed Kingan washing the dishes they sped up their pace shaking their head* "Kingan! No no! We eat first! That way we can have energy for the clean up!!"

*Kingan looks confused at the gem momentarily before processing the words Rev has spoken. He laughs politely at the joke and sits* While I understand that remark was meant to be humorous, working yourself to the bone is terrible for many reasons, my liege.

*Reverie looked at their broach and covered it up with their hand* "Oh Um! Its kind of like an accessory. Um don't worry about it!" *Reverie took a bite of their taco trying to avoid the conversation. They looked away trying to give a subtle hint to Kingan to move on*

"Oh! Well thank you. I only make the best! Cooking is a form of art you know!" *They spoke with their hand not holding the taco. And it seems the gem has gone back to being a bright red from the complement. Is this shit a mood ring.*

I don't think I can accurately comment on this considering until I came to my most recent existence, I didn't need to eat. I was a creation of King's. I haven't really had a proper meal since the beginning of my existence. Mostly just snacks when I feel hungry.

*Reverie almost choked on their taco. They coughed into their arm for a moment before slamming their hands on the table* "You mean King never fed his subjects? This is your first meal? It should have been a feast! I should have taken you to the castle right away and had a big meal in celebration for an addition to the court!" *Reverie got up and started pacing* "Ugh I'm an idiot! If I had known this was your first meal it would have been better than tacos! I could have known too! If I just looked at the-" *Reverie noticed that their gem was swirling green and red now. They shook their head*

*The King never saw the need to feed his subjects. They're imaginary, they don't need anything considering they're made of sand and mud and the King's magic. He never needed, or even wanted, to eat until he'd become a fusion side*

*Reverie shook their head* "No! It's unjust for a King to not feed his court! For his subjects to not have been fed! Its wrong and despicable! I should not need to eat but the divine creators saw fit I should be able to! And then gave me the ability to! I am imaginary! King was imaginary! Everything around you is imaginary! Yet theres a kitchen! And and!" *Reverie sat back down taking a deep breath*

*It has been enough time that while Quinn has moved on from the majority of the anger. Reverie has since taken up the mantle. As the self proclaimed "protector of the other Wonders". They have not appreciated Quinn's life in constant jeopardy.*

*Reverie stands there for a second looking at them before shaking their head.* "Sorry, I think I might have gotten the wrong... door? I dont have a quarrel with you! I'm looking for Logan."

*Kingan bows back, not yet able to process much of that intro besides that their name is Reverie* I am Kingan. King Creativity's royal advisor.

"Well Kingan it is great to meet your acquaintance! And an royal advisor! How marvelous! People like you are splendors to be around and immensely helpful!"

*The more Kingan studies Reverie, the more realizes just how much they remind him of his King. The indignation mostly. It's familiar in a comforting way. Kingan stands the side out of respect, allowing the rightfully wrathful reverant to pace in their anger*

"War! Oh no! No no no! See I can't fight him. He has stronger people on his side. Especially on his grounds. This was a diplomatic mission firstly. To tell him to cut it out less actual threats of harm shall be levied. If he believes me in my threats is a completely separate story." *Reverie asided as they paced*

*Kingan is much more intrigued now than before* If you're so clearly more advanced than them, why not demand change, or at least an apology, outright with threats? Why leave room for the enemy to build up defenses? Strike first. Don't make them ask for forgiveness. Make them beg for mercy.

"We practice more big stick diplomacy, plus we know soo much about nuclear detterence. Our divine creators father is a pretty knowledgeable in it!" *Reveire says excitedly, like parroting a speech from Quinn* "Plus again if we attack, we run the risk of losing our favors and resources. We depend on this place for ease of access to food specifically. Without the trade here we run risky."

I... actually don't have a liege anymore. I'm supposed to be advising Prince Roman and Duke Remus but they're both too similar and too different from King at the same time. It doesn't feel right to serve them since they're essentially just his replacement. I haven't necessarily chosen a liege yet and nobody has explicitly asked for my advice so I can't even say I'm someone's temporary advisor.

"Oh! Well... I mean. Um. There there? I can't quite relate to what you mean. But I think you can outlive your creator the same way an art can outlive an artist! We still talk about Van Gogh well past his time! The works of Edgar Allen Poe are still dissected in classes young and old till this day!" *Reverie walked up to Kingan with a sweet smile, grabbing his hands*

Yours? You'd accept me as your advisor? *Kingan's eyes widen and, for the first time since this conversation has started, Kingan genuinely and sincerely smiles* I'd serve you greatly and bring only honor to your name and the realm of the Wonders. I swear it.

"Oh stand now! No need for so much formality!" *Reverie waves off. But the line "As long as your reign shall live" lingers in their mind. How could they begin to explain the loom of fate to Kingan.* "Please don't feel the need to kneel or bow to me! I am sure its not comfortable considering how short I am compared to you!"

"They are! I make the best tacos ever! That's what everyone says anyway! And thank you for calling me kind! I try my hardest!" *Reverie smiles at Kingan as they guide the advisor to the kitchen* "Please sit! Be my guest in someone elses house. It's fine because it's funny!" *Reverie turns around to see Quinn holding a note in their hand climbing out of the fridge. Looking very annoyed*

*While he does seem a bit hurt that Quinn seems to dislike him upon meeting him, even going so far as to compare him to someone who tried to kill them, he remains slightly bowed and respectful*

"Oh! Um! I don't really know how to teach people how to cook. Um.." *Reverie looked suddenly more nervous. Being asked to do something out of the elaborate character. Something they normally dont mind doing.* "I mean you want to learn from me? I don't really have a lot... to learn from me about? Normally I would recommend Quinn they're the smarter one. I'm just the..." *Reverie seemed to not know how to describe themselves*

Your majesty, if I may, I think you'd make a fine teacher. You encouraged me just moments ago and used splendid imagery and metaphorical language in doing so. Just because you might not be the harbinger of knowledge for the Wonders, that doesn't mean you're unintelligent.

"Well um... thank you Kingan. I appreciate the flattery." *Reverie turned away and took a step back as they turned on the burner. Jumping slightly as the flame lit* "So um... you want to take your beef and put it. In the pan. On the burner. And break it up." *Reverie did every task extremely carefully especially if it involved moving closer to the stove*

*Reverie was fiddling with their gloves. Pulling them on tighter despite then being fully on. When they noticed Kingan washing the dishes they sped up their pace shaking their head* "Kingan! No no! We eat first! That way we can have energy for the clean up!!"

*Kingan looks confused at the gem momentarily before processing the words Rev has spoken. He laughs politely at the joke and sits* While I understand that remark was meant to be humorous, working yourself to the bone is terrible for many reasons, my liege.

*Reverie looked at their broach and covered it up with their hand* "Oh Um! Its kind of like an accessory. Um don't worry about it!" *Reverie took a bite of their taco trying to avoid the conversation. They looked away trying to give a subtle hint to Kingan to move on*

"Oh! Well thank you. I only make the best! Cooking is a form of art you know!" *They spoke with their hand not holding the taco. And it seems the gem has gone back to being a bright red from the complement. Is this shit a mood ring.*

I don't think I can accurately comment on this considering until I came to my most recent existence, I didn't need to eat. I was a creation of King's. I haven't really had a proper meal since the beginning of my existence. Mostly just snacks when I feel hungry.

*Reverie almost choked on their taco. They coughed into their arm for a moment before slamming their hands on the table* "You mean King never fed his subjects? This is your first meal? It should have been a feast! I should have taken you to the castle right away and had a big meal in celebration for an addition to the court!" *Reverie got up and started pacing* "Ugh I'm an idiot! If I had known this was your first meal it would have been better than tacos! I could have known too! If I just looked at the-" *Reverie noticed that their gem was swirling green and red now. They shook their head*

*It has been enough time that while Quinn has moved on from the majority of the anger. Reverie has since taken up the mantle. As the self proclaimed "protector of the other Wonders". They have not appreciated Quinn's life in constant jeopardy.*

*Reverie stands there for a second looking at them before shaking their head.* "Sorry, I think I might have gotten the wrong... door? I dont have a quarrel with you! I'm looking for Logan."

*Kingan bows back, not yet able to process much of that intro besides that their name is Reverie* I am Kingan. King Creativity's royal advisor.

"Well Kingan it is great to meet your acquaintance! And an royal advisor! How marvelous! People like you are splendors to be around and immensely helpful!"

*The more Kingan studies Reverie, the more realizes just how much they remind him of his King. The indignation mostly. It's familiar in a comforting way. Kingan stands the side out of respect, allowing the rightfully wrathful reverant to pace in their anger*

"War! Oh no! No no no! See I can't fight him. He has stronger people on his side. Especially on his grounds. This was a diplomatic mission firstly. To tell him to cut it out less actual threats of harm shall be levied. If he believes me in my threats is a completely separate story." *Reverie asided as they paced*

*Kingan is much more intrigued now than before* If you're so clearly more advanced than them, why not demand change, or at least an apology, outright with threats? Why leave room for the enemy to build up defenses? Strike first. Don't make them ask for forgiveness. Make them beg for mercy.

"We practice more big stick diplomacy, plus we know soo much about nuclear detterence. Our divine creators father is a pretty knowledgeable in it!" *Reveire says excitedly, like parroting a speech from Quinn* "Plus again if we attack, we run the risk of losing our favors and resources. We depend on this place for ease of access to food specifically. Without the trade here we run risky."

I... actually don't have a liege anymore. I'm supposed to be advising Prince Roman and Duke Remus but they're both too similar and too different from King at the same time. It doesn't feel right to serve them since they're essentially just his replacement. I haven't necessarily chosen a liege yet and nobody has explicitly asked for my advice so I can't even say I'm someone's temporary advisor.

"Oh! Well... I mean. Um. There there? I can't quite relate to what you mean. But I think you can outlive your creator the same way an art can outlive an artist! We still talk about Van Gogh well past his time! The works of Edgar Allen Poe are still dissected in classes young and old till this day!" *Reverie walked up to Kingan with a sweet smile, grabbing his hands*

Yours? You'd accept me as your advisor? *Kingan's eyes widen and, for the first time since this conversation has started, Kingan genuinely and sincerely smiles* I'd serve you greatly and bring only honor to your name and the realm of the Wonders. I swear it.

"Oh stand now! No need for so much formality!" *Reverie waves off. But the line "As long as your reign shall live" lingers in their mind. How could they begin to explain the loom of fate to Kingan.* "Please don't feel the need to kneel or bow to me! I am sure its not comfortable considering how short I am compared to you!"

"They are! I make the best tacos ever! That's what everyone says anyway! And thank you for calling me kind! I try my hardest!" *Reverie smiles at Kingan as they guide the advisor to the kitchen* "Please sit! Be my guest in someone elses house. It's fine because it's funny!" *Reverie turns around to see Quinn holding a note in their hand climbing out of the fridge. Looking very annoyed*

*While he does seem a bit hurt that Quinn seems to dislike him upon meeting him, even going so far as to compare him to someone who tried to kill them, he remains slightly bowed and respectful*

"Oh! Um! I don't really know how to teach people how to cook. Um.." *Reverie looked suddenly more nervous. Being asked to do something out of the elaborate character. Something they normally dont mind doing.* "I mean you want to learn from me? I don't really have a lot... to learn from me about? Normally I would recommend Quinn they're the smarter one. I'm just the..." *Reverie seemed to not know how to describe themselves*

Your majesty, if I may, I think you'd make a fine teacher. You encouraged me just moments ago and used splendid imagery and metaphorical language in doing so. Just because you might not be the harbinger of knowledge for the Wonders, that doesn't mean you're unintelligent.

"Well um... thank you Kingan. I appreciate the flattery." *Reverie turned away and took a step back as they turned on the burner. Jumping slightly as the flame lit* "So um... you want to take your beef and put it. In the pan. On the burner. And break it up." *Reverie did every task extremely carefully especially if it involved moving closer to the stove*

*Reverie was fiddling with their gloves. Pulling them on tighter despite then being fully on. When they noticed Kingan washing the dishes they sped up their pace shaking their head* "Kingan! No no! We eat first! That way we can have energy for the clean up!!"

*Kingan looks confused at the gem momentarily before processing the words Rev has spoken. He laughs politely at the joke and sits* While I understand that remark was meant to be humorous, working yourself to the bone is terrible for many reasons, my liege.

*Reverie looked at their broach and covered it up with their hand* "Oh Um! Its kind of like an accessory. Um don't worry about it!" *Reverie took a bite of their taco trying to avoid the conversation. They looked away trying to give a subtle hint to Kingan to move on*

"Oh! Well thank you. I only make the best! Cooking is a form of art you know!" *They spoke with their hand not holding the taco. And it seems the gem has gone back to being a bright red from the complement. Is this shit a mood ring.*

*It has been enough time that while Quinn has moved on from the majority of the anger. Reverie has since taken up the mantle. As the self proclaimed "protector of the other Wonders". They have not appreciated Quinn's life in constant jeopardy.*

*Reverie stands there for a second looking at them before shaking their head.* "Sorry, I think I might have gotten the wrong... door? I dont have a quarrel with you! I'm looking for Logan."

*Kingan bows back, not yet able to process much of that intro besides that their name is Reverie* I am Kingan. King Creativity's royal advisor.

"Well Kingan it is great to meet your acquaintance! And an royal advisor! How marvelous! People like you are splendors to be around and immensely helpful!"

*The more Kingan studies Reverie, the more realizes just how much they remind him of his King. The indignation mostly. It's familiar in a comforting way. Kingan stands the side out of respect, allowing the rightfully wrathful reverant to pace in their anger*

"War! Oh no! No no no! See I can't fight him. He has stronger people on his side. Especially on his grounds. This was a diplomatic mission firstly. To tell him to cut it out less actual threats of harm shall be levied. If he believes me in my threats is a completely separate story." *Reverie asided as they paced*

*Kingan is much more intrigued now than before* If you're so clearly more advanced than them, why not demand change, or at least an apology, outright with threats? Why leave room for the enemy to build up defenses? Strike first. Don't make them ask for forgiveness. Make them beg for mercy.

"We practice more big stick diplomacy, plus we know soo much about nuclear detterence. Our divine creators father is a pretty knowledgeable in it!" *Reveire says excitedly, like parroting a speech from Quinn* "Plus again if we attack, we run the risk of losing our favors and resources. We depend on this place for ease of access to food specifically. Without the trade here we run risky."

I... actually don't have a liege anymore. I'm supposed to be advising Prince Roman and Duke Remus but they're both too similar and too different from King at the same time. It doesn't feel right to serve them since they're essentially just his replacement. I haven't necessarily chosen a liege yet and nobody has explicitly asked for my advice so I can't even say I'm someone's temporary advisor.

"Oh! Well... I mean. Um. There there? I can't quite relate to what you mean. But I think you can outlive your creator the same way an art can outlive an artist! We still talk about Van Gogh well past his time! The works of Edgar Allen Poe are still dissected in classes young and old till this day!" *Reverie walked up to Kingan with a sweet smile, grabbing his hands*

Yours? You'd accept me as your advisor? *Kingan's eyes widen and, for the first time since this conversation has started, Kingan genuinely and sincerely smiles* I'd serve you greatly and bring only honor to your name and the realm of the Wonders. I swear it.

"Oh stand now! No need for so much formality!" *Reverie waves off. But the line "As long as your reign shall live" lingers in their mind. How could they begin to explain the loom of fate to Kingan.* "Please don't feel the need to kneel or bow to me! I am sure its not comfortable considering how short I am compared to you!"

"They are! I make the best tacos ever! That's what everyone says anyway! And thank you for calling me kind! I try my hardest!" *Reverie smiles at Kingan as they guide the advisor to the kitchen* "Please sit! Be my guest in someone elses house. It's fine because it's funny!" *Reverie turns around to see Quinn holding a note in their hand climbing out of the fridge. Looking very annoyed*

*While he does seem a bit hurt that Quinn seems to dislike him upon meeting him, even going so far as to compare him to someone who tried to kill them, he remains slightly bowed and respectful*

"Oh! Um! I don't really know how to teach people how to cook. Um.." *Reverie looked suddenly more nervous. Being asked to do something out of the elaborate character. Something they normally dont mind doing.* "I mean you want to learn from me? I don't really have a lot... to learn from me about? Normally I would recommend Quinn they're the smarter one. I'm just the..." *Reverie seemed to not know how to describe themselves*

Your majesty, if I may, I think you'd make a fine teacher. You encouraged me just moments ago and used splendid imagery and metaphorical language in doing so. Just because you might not be the harbinger of knowledge for the Wonders, that doesn't mean you're unintelligent.

"Well um... thank you Kingan. I appreciate the flattery." *Reverie turned away and took a step back as they turned on the burner. Jumping slightly as the flame lit* "So um... you want to take your beef and put it. In the pan. On the burner. And break it up." *Reverie did every task extremely carefully especially if it involved moving closer to the stove*

*Reverie was fiddling with their gloves. Pulling them on tighter despite then being fully on. When they noticed Kingan washing the dishes they sped up their pace shaking their head* "Kingan! No no! We eat first! That way we can have energy for the clean up!!"

*Kingan looks confused at the gem momentarily before processing the words Rev has spoken. He laughs politely at the joke and sits* While I understand that remark was meant to be humorous, working yourself to the bone is terrible for many reasons, my liege.

*Reverie looked at their broach and covered it up with their hand* "Oh Um! Its kind of like an accessory. Um don't worry about it!" *Reverie took a bite of their taco trying to avoid the conversation. They looked away trying to give a subtle hint to Kingan to move on*

*It has been enough time that while Quinn has moved on from the majority of the anger. Reverie has since taken up the mantle. As the self proclaimed "protector of the other Wonders". They have not appreciated Quinn's life in constant jeopardy.*

*Reverie stands there for a second looking at them before shaking their head.* "Sorry, I think I might have gotten the wrong... door? I dont have a quarrel with you! I'm looking for Logan."

*Kingan bows back, not yet able to process much of that intro besides that their name is Reverie* I am Kingan. King Creativity's royal advisor.

"Well Kingan it is great to meet your acquaintance! And an royal advisor! How marvelous! People like you are splendors to be around and immensely helpful!"

*The more Kingan studies Reverie, the more realizes just how much they remind him of his King. The indignation mostly. It's familiar in a comforting way. Kingan stands the side out of respect, allowing the rightfully wrathful reverant to pace in their anger*

"War! Oh no! No no no! See I can't fight him. He has stronger people on his side. Especially on his grounds. This was a diplomatic mission firstly. To tell him to cut it out less actual threats of harm shall be levied. If he believes me in my threats is a completely separate story." *Reverie asided as they paced*

*Kingan is much more intrigued now than before* If you're so clearly more advanced than them, why not demand change, or at least an apology, outright with threats? Why leave room for the enemy to build up defenses? Strike first. Don't make them ask for forgiveness. Make them beg for mercy.

"We practice more big stick diplomacy, plus we know soo much about nuclear detterence. Our divine creators father is a pretty knowledgeable in it!" *Reveire says excitedly, like parroting a speech from Quinn* "Plus again if we attack, we run the risk of losing our favors and resources. We depend on this place for ease of access to food specifically. Without the trade here we run risky."

I... actually don't have a liege anymore. I'm supposed to be advising Prince Roman and Duke Remus but they're both too similar and too different from King at the same time. It doesn't feel right to serve them since they're essentially just his replacement. I haven't necessarily chosen a liege yet and nobody has explicitly asked for my advice so I can't even say I'm someone's temporary advisor.

"Oh! Well... I mean. Um. There there? I can't quite relate to what you mean. But I think you can outlive your creator the same way an art can outlive an artist! We still talk about Van Gogh well past his time! The works of Edgar Allen Poe are still dissected in classes young and old till this day!" *Reverie walked up to Kingan with a sweet smile, grabbing his hands*

Yours? You'd accept me as your advisor? *Kingan's eyes widen and, for the first time since this conversation has started, Kingan genuinely and sincerely smiles* I'd serve you greatly and bring only honor to your name and the realm of the Wonders. I swear it.

"Oh stand now! No need for so much formality!" *Reverie waves off. But the line "As long as your reign shall live" lingers in their mind. How could they begin to explain the loom of fate to Kingan.* "Please don't feel the need to kneel or bow to me! I am sure its not comfortable considering how short I am compared to you!"

"They are! I make the best tacos ever! That's what everyone says anyway! And thank you for calling me kind! I try my hardest!" *Reverie smiles at Kingan as they guide the advisor to the kitchen* "Please sit! Be my guest in someone elses house. It's fine because it's funny!" *Reverie turns around to see Quinn holding a note in their hand climbing out of the fridge. Looking very annoyed*

*While he does seem a bit hurt that Quinn seems to dislike him upon meeting him, even going so far as to compare him to someone who tried to kill them, he remains slightly bowed and respectful*

"Oh! Um! I don't really know how to teach people how to cook. Um.." *Reverie looked suddenly more nervous. Being asked to do something out of the elaborate character. Something they normally dont mind doing.* "I mean you want to learn from me? I don't really have a lot... to learn from me about? Normally I would recommend Quinn they're the smarter one. I'm just the..." *Reverie seemed to not know how to describe themselves*

Your majesty, if I may, I think you'd make a fine teacher. You encouraged me just moments ago and used splendid imagery and metaphorical language in doing so. Just because you might not be the harbinger of knowledge for the Wonders, that doesn't mean you're unintelligent.

"Well um... thank you Kingan. I appreciate the flattery." *Reverie turned away and took a step back as they turned on the burner. Jumping slightly as the flame lit* "So um... you want to take your beef and put it. In the pan. On the burner. And break it up." *Reverie did every task extremely carefully especially if it involved moving closer to the stove*

*Reverie was fiddling with their gloves. Pulling them on tighter despite then being fully on. When they noticed Kingan washing the dishes they sped up their pace shaking their head* "Kingan! No no! We eat first! That way we can have energy for the clean up!!"

*It has been enough time that while Quinn has moved on from the majority of the anger. Reverie has since taken up the mantle. As the self proclaimed "protector of the other Wonders". They have not appreciated Quinn's life in constant jeopardy.*

*Reverie stands there for a second looking at them before shaking their head.* "Sorry, I think I might have gotten the wrong... door? I dont have a quarrel with you! I'm looking for Logan."

*Kingan bows back, not yet able to process much of that intro besides that their name is Reverie* I am Kingan. King Creativity's royal advisor.

"Well Kingan it is great to meet your acquaintance! And an royal advisor! How marvelous! People like you are splendors to be around and immensely helpful!"

*The more Kingan studies Reverie, the more realizes just how much they remind him of his King. The indignation mostly. It's familiar in a comforting way. Kingan stands the side out of respect, allowing the rightfully wrathful reverant to pace in their anger*

"War! Oh no! No no no! See I can't fight him. He has stronger people on his side. Especially on his grounds. This was a diplomatic mission firstly. To tell him to cut it out less actual threats of harm shall be levied. If he believes me in my threats is a completely separate story." *Reverie asided as they paced*

*Kingan is much more intrigued now than before* If you're so clearly more advanced than them, why not demand change, or at least an apology, outright with threats? Why leave room for the enemy to build up defenses? Strike first. Don't make them ask for forgiveness. Make them beg for mercy.

"We practice more big stick diplomacy, plus we know soo much about nuclear detterence. Our divine creators father is a pretty knowledgeable in it!" *Reveire says excitedly, like parroting a speech from Quinn* "Plus again if we attack, we run the risk of losing our favors and resources. We depend on this place for ease of access to food specifically. Without the trade here we run risky."

I... actually don't have a liege anymore. I'm supposed to be advising Prince Roman and Duke Remus but they're both too similar and too different from King at the same time. It doesn't feel right to serve them since they're essentially just his replacement. I haven't necessarily chosen a liege yet and nobody has explicitly asked for my advice so I can't even say I'm someone's temporary advisor.

"Oh! Well... I mean. Um. There there? I can't quite relate to what you mean. But I think you can outlive your creator the same way an art can outlive an artist! We still talk about Van Gogh well past his time! The works of Edgar Allen Poe are still dissected in classes young and old till this day!" *Reverie walked up to Kingan with a sweet smile, grabbing his hands*

Yours? You'd accept me as your advisor? *Kingan's eyes widen and, for the first time since this conversation has started, Kingan genuinely and sincerely smiles* I'd serve you greatly and bring only honor to your name and the realm of the Wonders. I swear it.

"Oh stand now! No need for so much formality!" *Reverie waves off. But the line "As long as your reign shall live" lingers in their mind. How could they begin to explain the loom of fate to Kingan.* "Please don't feel the need to kneel or bow to me! I am sure its not comfortable considering how short I am compared to you!"

"They are! I make the best tacos ever! That's what everyone says anyway! And thank you for calling me kind! I try my hardest!" *Reverie smiles at Kingan as they guide the advisor to the kitchen* "Please sit! Be my guest in someone elses house. It's fine because it's funny!" *Reverie turns around to see Quinn holding a note in their hand climbing out of the fridge. Looking very annoyed*

*While he does seem a bit hurt that Quinn seems to dislike him upon meeting him, even going so far as to compare him to someone who tried to kill them, he remains slightly bowed and respectful*

"Oh! Um! I don't really know how to teach people how to cook. Um.." *Reverie looked suddenly more nervous. Being asked to do something out of the elaborate character. Something they normally dont mind doing.* "I mean you want to learn from me? I don't really have a lot... to learn from me about? Normally I would recommend Quinn they're the smarter one. I'm just the..." *Reverie seemed to not know how to describe themselves*

Your majesty, if I may, I think you'd make a fine teacher. You encouraged me just moments ago and used splendid imagery and metaphorical language in doing so. Just because you might not be the harbinger of knowledge for the Wonders, that doesn't mean you're unintelligent.

"Well um... thank you Kingan. I appreciate the flattery." *Reverie turned away and took a step back as they turned on the burner. Jumping slightly as the flame lit* "So um... you want to take your beef and put it. In the pan. On the burner. And break it up." *Reverie did every task extremely carefully especially if it involved moving closer to the stove*

*It has been enough time that while Quinn has moved on from the majority of the anger. Reverie has since taken up the mantle. As the self proclaimed "protector of the other Wonders". They have not appreciated Quinn's life in constant jeopardy.*

*Reverie stands there for a second looking at them before shaking their head.* "Sorry, I think I might have gotten the wrong... door? I dont have a quarrel with you! I'm looking for Logan."

*Kingan bows back, not yet able to process much of that intro besides that their name is Reverie* I am Kingan. King Creativity's royal advisor.

"Well Kingan it is great to meet your acquaintance! And an royal advisor! How marvelous! People like you are splendors to be around and immensely helpful!"

*The more Kingan studies Reverie, the more realizes just how much they remind him of his King. The indignation mostly. It's familiar in a comforting way. Kingan stands the side out of respect, allowing the rightfully wrathful reverant to pace in their anger*

"War! Oh no! No no no! See I can't fight him. He has stronger people on his side. Especially on his grounds. This was a diplomatic mission firstly. To tell him to cut it out less actual threats of harm shall be levied. If he believes me in my threats is a completely separate story." *Reverie asided as they paced*

*Kingan is much more intrigued now than before* If you're so clearly more advanced than them, why not demand change, or at least an apology, outright with threats? Why leave room for the enemy to build up defenses? Strike first. Don't make them ask for forgiveness. Make them beg for mercy.

"We practice more big stick diplomacy, plus we know soo much about nuclear detterence. Our divine creators father is a pretty knowledgeable in it!" *Reveire says excitedly, like parroting a speech from Quinn* "Plus again if we attack, we run the risk of losing our favors and resources. We depend on this place for ease of access to food specifically. Without the trade here we run risky."

I... actually don't have a liege anymore. I'm supposed to be advising Prince Roman and Duke Remus but they're both too similar and too different from King at the same time. It doesn't feel right to serve them since they're essentially just his replacement. I haven't necessarily chosen a liege yet and nobody has explicitly asked for my advice so I can't even say I'm someone's temporary advisor.

"Oh! Well... I mean. Um. There there? I can't quite relate to what you mean. But I think you can outlive your creator the same way an art can outlive an artist! We still talk about Van Gogh well past his time! The works of Edgar Allen Poe are still dissected in classes young and old till this day!" *Reverie walked up to Kingan with a sweet smile, grabbing his hands*

Yours? You'd accept me as your advisor? *Kingan's eyes widen and, for the first time since this conversation has started, Kingan genuinely and sincerely smiles* I'd serve you greatly and bring only honor to your name and the realm of the Wonders. I swear it.

"Oh stand now! No need for so much formality!" *Reverie waves off. But the line "As long as your reign shall live" lingers in their mind. How could they begin to explain the loom of fate to Kingan.* "Please don't feel the need to kneel or bow to me! I am sure its not comfortable considering how short I am compared to you!"

"They are! I make the best tacos ever! That's what everyone says anyway! And thank you for calling me kind! I try my hardest!" *Reverie smiles at Kingan as they guide the advisor to the kitchen* "Please sit! Be my guest in someone elses house. It's fine because it's funny!" *Reverie turns around to see Quinn holding a note in their hand climbing out of the fridge. Looking very annoyed*

*While he does seem a bit hurt that Quinn seems to dislike him upon meeting him, even going so far as to compare him to someone who tried to kill them, he remains slightly bowed and respectful*

"Oh! Um! I don't really know how to teach people how to cook. Um.." *Reverie looked suddenly more nervous. Being asked to do something out of the elaborate character. Something they normally dont mind doing.* "I mean you want to learn from me? I don't really have a lot... to learn from me about? Normally I would recommend Quinn they're the smarter one. I'm just the..." *Reverie seemed to not know how to describe themselves*

*It has been enough time that while Quinn has moved on from the majority of the anger. Reverie has since taken up the mantle. As the self proclaimed "protector of the other Wonders". They have not appreciated Quinn's life in constant jeopardy.*

*Reverie stands there for a second looking at them before shaking their head.* "Sorry, I think I might have gotten the wrong... door? I dont have a quarrel with you! I'm looking for Logan."

*Kingan bows back, not yet able to process much of that intro besides that their name is Reverie* I am Kingan. King Creativity's royal advisor.

"Well Kingan it is great to meet your acquaintance! And an royal advisor! How marvelous! People like you are splendors to be around and immensely helpful!"

*The more Kingan studies Reverie, the more realizes just how much they remind him of his King. The indignation mostly. It's familiar in a comforting way. Kingan stands the side out of respect, allowing the rightfully wrathful reverant to pace in their anger*

"War! Oh no! No no no! See I can't fight him. He has stronger people on his side. Especially on his grounds. This was a diplomatic mission firstly. To tell him to cut it out less actual threats of harm shall be levied. If he believes me in my threats is a completely separate story." *Reverie asided as they paced*

*Kingan is much more intrigued now than before* If you're so clearly more advanced than them, why not demand change, or at least an apology, outright with threats? Why leave room for the enemy to build up defenses? Strike first. Don't make them ask for forgiveness. Make them beg for mercy.

"We practice more big stick diplomacy, plus we know soo much about nuclear detterence. Our divine creators father is a pretty knowledgeable in it!" *Reveire says excitedly, like parroting a speech from Quinn* "Plus again if we attack, we run the risk of losing our favors and resources. We depend on this place for ease of access to food specifically. Without the trade here we run risky."

I... actually don't have a liege anymore. I'm supposed to be advising Prince Roman and Duke Remus but they're both too similar and too different from King at the same time. It doesn't feel right to serve them since they're essentially just his replacement. I haven't necessarily chosen a liege yet and nobody has explicitly asked for my advice so I can't even say I'm someone's temporary advisor.

"Oh! Well... I mean. Um. There there? I can't quite relate to what you mean. But I think you can outlive your creator the same way an art can outlive an artist! We still talk about Van Gogh well past his time! The works of Edgar Allen Poe are still dissected in classes young and old till this day!" *Reverie walked up to Kingan with a sweet smile, grabbing his hands*

Yours? You'd accept me as your advisor? *Kingan's eyes widen and, for the first time since this conversation has started, Kingan genuinely and sincerely smiles* I'd serve you greatly and bring only honor to your name and the realm of the Wonders. I swear it.

"Oh stand now! No need for so much formality!" *Reverie waves off. But the line "As long as your reign shall live" lingers in their mind. How could they begin to explain the loom of fate to Kingan.* "Please don't feel the need to kneel or bow to me! I am sure its not comfortable considering how short I am compared to you!"

"They are! I make the best tacos ever! That's what everyone says anyway! And thank you for calling me kind! I try my hardest!" *Reverie smiles at Kingan as they guide the advisor to the kitchen* "Please sit! Be my guest in someone elses house. It's fine because it's funny!" *Reverie turns around to see Quinn holding a note in their hand climbing out of the fridge. Looking very annoyed*

*While he does seem a bit hurt that Quinn seems to dislike him upon meeting him, even going so far as to compare him to someone who tried to kill them, he remains slightly bowed and respectful*

*It has been enough time that while Quinn has moved on from the majority of the anger. Reverie has since taken up the mantle. As the self proclaimed "protector of the other Wonders". They have not appreciated Quinn's life in constant jeopardy.*

*Reverie stands there for a second looking at them before shaking their head.* "Sorry, I think I might have gotten the wrong... door? I dont have a quarrel with you! I'm looking for Logan."

*Kingan bows back, not yet able to process much of that intro besides that their name is Reverie* I am Kingan. King Creativity's royal advisor.

"Well Kingan it is great to meet your acquaintance! And an royal advisor! How marvelous! People like you are splendors to be around and immensely helpful!"

*The more Kingan studies Reverie, the more realizes just how much they remind him of his King. The indignation mostly. It's familiar in a comforting way. Kingan stands the side out of respect, allowing the rightfully wrathful reverant to pace in their anger*

"War! Oh no! No no no! See I can't fight him. He has stronger people on his side. Especially on his grounds. This was a diplomatic mission firstly. To tell him to cut it out less actual threats of harm shall be levied. If he believes me in my threats is a completely separate story." *Reverie asided as they paced*

*Kingan is much more intrigued now than before* If you're so clearly more advanced than them, why not demand change, or at least an apology, outright with threats? Why leave room for the enemy to build up defenses? Strike first. Don't make them ask for forgiveness. Make them beg for mercy.

"We practice more big stick diplomacy, plus we know soo much about nuclear detterence. Our divine creators father is a pretty knowledgeable in it!" *Reveire says excitedly, like parroting a speech from Quinn* "Plus again if we attack, we run the risk of losing our favors and resources. We depend on this place for ease of access to food specifically. Without the trade here we run risky."

I... actually don't have a liege anymore. I'm supposed to be advising Prince Roman and Duke Remus but they're both too similar and too different from King at the same time. It doesn't feel right to serve them since they're essentially just his replacement. I haven't necessarily chosen a liege yet and nobody has explicitly asked for my advice so I can't even say I'm someone's temporary advisor.

"Oh! Well... I mean. Um. There there? I can't quite relate to what you mean. But I think you can outlive your creator the same way an art can outlive an artist! We still talk about Van Gogh well past his time! The works of Edgar Allen Poe are still dissected in classes young and old till this day!" *Reverie walked up to Kingan with a sweet smile, grabbing his hands*

Yours? You'd accept me as your advisor? *Kingan's eyes widen and, for the first time since this conversation has started, Kingan genuinely and sincerely smiles* I'd serve you greatly and bring only honor to your name and the realm of the Wonders. I swear it.

"Oh stand now! No need for so much formality!" *Reverie waves off. But the line "As long as your reign shall live" lingers in their mind. How could they begin to explain the loom of fate to Kingan.* "Please don't feel the need to kneel or bow to me! I am sure its not comfortable considering how short I am compared to you!"

"They are! I make the best tacos ever! That's what everyone says anyway! And thank you for calling me kind! I try my hardest!" *Reverie smiles at Kingan as they guide the advisor to the kitchen* "Please sit! Be my guest in someone elses house. It's fine because it's funny!" *Reverie turns around to see Quinn holding a note in their hand climbing out of the fridge. Looking very annoyed*

*It has been enough time that while Quinn has moved on from the majority of the anger. Reverie has since taken up the mantle. As the self proclaimed "protector of the other Wonders". They have not appreciated Quinn's life in constant jeopardy.*

*Reverie stands there for a second looking at them before shaking their head.* "Sorry, I think I might have gotten the wrong... door? I dont have a quarrel with you! I'm looking for Logan."

*Kingan bows back, not yet able to process much of that intro besides that their name is Reverie* I am Kingan. King Creativity's royal advisor.

"Well Kingan it is great to meet your acquaintance! And an royal advisor! How marvelous! People like you are splendors to be around and immensely helpful!"