#claude01

( closed starter for @sunbirthed ) This - this most certainly was not his beautiful house, or his beautiful life, that was for certain: now, he might be getting on in years compared to the younger folk, but Justin was certain that he wasn’t at the age where finding oneself in a ‘strange kingdom’ where royalty talked to people could be passed off as just his eyesight going bad just yet. Was he dreaming, or something? It certainly would be a very realistic dream if other people who looked just as lost as he was were also standing around having listened to the princesses address at the time, that was for sure. So he had found himself wandering to one of the shrines, looking quietly into the reflective waters (he was sure he’d heard someone say it was ‘Andromeda’s shrine?’ Something of the sort.) “Oh, dear...water-we going to do in such a state of affairs, really? All the strange happenings really do have us soaked, you know?” He wasn’t certain if the ‘watcher’ of this shrine could hear him, but, well....trying to keep ‘positive’ with his jokes came natural, and thus the puns came regardless if someone was even listening or not. He really did have to wonder what on earth the watcher here was thinking, though - and the watchers in general, bringing a simple clown like himself here. Wouldn’t someone more skilled with powers be more useful?? Though, his quiet stare at the reflective waters was cut short at noting another’s approach, he turning curiously to face them - any seriousness of the matter probably broken utterly by the fact he was currently wearing his Groucho Marx glasses. “Oh...? Not to rain on your parade, talking to myself like that, stranger - my apologies if you heard all that, oho.”