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[Her arrival was common: Waking in the strange pod, stepping into shallow water, acquiring printed pamphlets along with a holographic presentation... Fayet folds the papers into origami cranes, which rest in her palm for only a brief moment. Which a breath, they take off flying as if they were real birds.

She hums in amusement at her own magical ability. For now, these first few hours, she'll take it easy. Fayet heads off down the streets of Genessia, with no shoes on her feet and her long lilac hair trailing behind her.]

Interesting... You there. [The young woman points, addressing a stranger with friendly authority in her voice,] How long have you been held captive in this "Genessia?"

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Salutations. Genessia, correct? That's how I should greet the general public here? But then, how should I greet our supposed captors? Hm.

How about "thank you?" Thank you, Genessia. For creating an indestructible cage, with lives from so many other worlds-- No, other unvierses. Other omniverses, I'm sure! This is the most excellent place for me to begin. Yes, thank you for this cage and all of these people.

But I'd like to take over now. To all of you comfortable in Genessia: I'll be here now, keeping you content and satisfied. To those of you wishing to leave... Why? Why would you leave this entertaining experiment? Is there an effort in place to leave this place at all? Has any progress been made? Do let me know... I'd like to crush it as soon as possible, and stay with you all. Forever.

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Huh. We haven't had one of you "world dominating" types here in a while.

[Gale's in the video reclined in his desk chair, arms folded behind his head and legs crossed upon the desk. He looks as bored and discontent as can be.]

We ain't here to be guinea pigs for you, so I'd recommend cuttin' the crap and just accept your containment here like the rest of us, sweetheart.

Oh dear, you've misunderstood. I don't want you to think that I see you as guinea pigs. I'm quite content with you all as you are... At your happiest, most safe, state.

I would never do something as rough as dominating you all. I'm a gentle soul, rest assured.

That's a shame. I'm a fan of bein' dominated.

[He tilts his head slightly, quirking an eyebrow.]

Can't say I'm convinced. A speech like that ain't gonna make people feel the safest. But I guess I'll be nice and answer your one question that, no, progress to leave hasn't been made.

[He'll leave out the GSRF detail, but it's not like it wouldn't be hard for her to find out about it anyway.]

Not that I care about goin' home. But I'm not a fan of the idea of bein' an experiment either. Had enough of that already for my lifetime.

Oh my. So you're that type of man.

Do not fret. Experimenting is for those who need proof of their power. I do not perform 'experiments.'

I apologize if my word choices came off as harsh~. I'm simply... excited to be here. I must ready this cage to be my lover's paradise~.

What can I say, I like bein' put in my place sometimes.

[Which was a little odd for him to be saying again... but hey. Might as well fall back into old habits. Like hitting on someone who could potentially be a huge danger. But he does enjoy flirting with disaster.]

Less "harsh" and more "suspect" if I'm bein' honest. Which, uh. Now I've got questions about this whole "lover's paradise" thing. You sure I misunderstood the whole "domination" thing?

Modest too. And obedient. You must be quite popular.

[She giggles.]

No, you haven't misunderstood. I would never dominate someone, even out of love. I merely want to create the ideal paradise, so no one chooses to leave.

[He does smirk a bit at being called "obedient." Oh, sweetheart, if only you knew how bad he was at following orders.]

Not as popular as I'd like to be, but y'know, fame's hard to come by.

[He squints his right eye.]

You're sweet, really. I admit, that's a bit refreshing than the age old schpiel of "I'm your new master so obey me or die" that we usually get.

Just. Try not to give us Guardians more shit to do, yeah? We're quite fond of the slow days and would like more of them.

[... even if he is very clearly bored out of his mind.]

Fame can be overrated. I'm sure you'll find one person who keeps you in line, and fulfills you more than any fame could.

[Fayet is being sincere here. It's probably possible.]

Guardians, hm? So you're one of them? How fortunate to meet one of you right off the bat.

[Damn it, sincerity always throws him off his game. His smirk fades and he shrugs, glancing away for the moment.]

Nice thought, but the one I thought could do that is long gone and probably ain't ever comin' back. So maybe money'll buy me happiness instead.

[Yeah right.]

I do try to make my presence known. Gale Reinhardt, Nova City Guardian. You'll have to excuse me and my treating things with suspicion. Part of the job and all that.

Even a chance of .001 is better than 0.

[Fayet chooses not to pursue the topic of lost love. It might be her backstory or something.]

Not at all. How wonderful that you care so deeply for the city of Nova. The citizens there must feel beloved and important.

Nah. Pretty sure Lady Luck's well through with me.

[He blew all of his luck on his death saving throw years ago. He laughs, shaking his head.]

Aww, ya flatter me. Hopefully they won't be too disappointed when I step down in a couple months.

[He pauses.]

So, tell me, doll. What's this "paradise" you even want to create? 'cuz you picked a hell of a place to try to do it in.

Then take her luck, if she's not sharing it.

[So Guardians can step down from their posts? She makes note of that.]

Wherever would you step down? Are you not happy? [...] If this is truly a world separate from the regular flow of space and time, then it should be a place for new beginnings. Somewhere... fresh. Without strings attached.

[No. He's not happy. He hasn't been happy in quite some time, he just knows how to fake it.]

After a year in the job, I'd say I've had my fill of it. Plus there's voting every six months, so even if I don't step down, I could lose the spot anyway.

[He falls quiet, letting her words hang in the air before he shakes his head.]

I mean, for some of us, that's already the case. No one even dies permanently here, so there aren't that many strings attached.

But, I'm also a cynic. Some things sound a little too good to be true.

Hearing that makes me sad, Guardian. May someone as kind as yourself fill your position, and love Nova City in your place.

[Fayet herself is a cynic. No death? How is that good? No dying would be better: Once you've gone through the mentality of a dying person, you're changed anyway.

However, she keeps these thoughts to herself. They're hard for mortals to understand.]

Skepticism is healthy. I look forward to the day when I defeat the doubt in your heart, then. A paradise will be possible.

[This lady's attitude was... odd. Gale wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. By all rights, she should line up with the world dominating types, but all this talk of love and shit...]

If any of the current deputies try to take up the mantle after me, I don't think the city will have anything to worry about.

["Love" certainly wasn't the right word to use about how he feels. But he's slowly coming to hate that word anyway.]

If you pull it off, and peacefully at that, then I would welcome being wrong.

... what's even your name, anyway? Need to know who to thank for a potential paradise-to-be.

[Or to add to a watch list. You know. Same difference.]

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