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Great. Now Liozu remembered why he usually tried his outmost at avoiding the Seer, and had never even thought of going to him with his dream-memories. Who would dare to go to a man that would most likely make unpleasant fun of you if you tried to tell him? Tightening his hands into fists, Liozu shook in the bonds the threads made, and, strangely, for the first time of the admittedly, as of yet, short possession, the Empress was just as angry/disgusted as Liozu was.

"Should I have taken the Queen, instead? Murdering your Lord in his marriage bed does sound delicious," Liozu sneered, the expression hidden by momentarily ducking his head. Though the idea was abominable, whether or not the Empress could do it; that would involve a man, a decendant of that wretch Cesia no less!, who was extremely important to raze all memory of, and Rath, to touch her. And that... was not acceptable.

Besides, she still wanted to kill the disgusting worm with her own hands, and not someone elses. She wanted to feel that spark of bright, tainted light go out under her hands, her power. Nothing less would do. And she might mock, but she never made light of any threat. However small, it was still a threat.

You hear that? He's insulting you, darling. And we both know your "strenght of mind" isn't why I'm here. Isn't that funny? Empress laughed mentally while slowly collecting up the magic needed; it was rather slow going, what with having to work through someone else, but as Liozu was sensitive, it was easier than it could have been. And the Seer was human, that would also make it infinitely easier.

Shut up! He's... Why the hell did he even try, anyway? Apparently Madiir did think that. Gritting his teeth, Liozu fisted his hands impotently again. Empress laughed somewhere to the right and behind him.

He's insulting you, little lizard. Insulting you, when I'm here because you're special. And special, in most, not very beneficient for you, ways. Empress laughed again, then withdrew, having collected the strenght needed to place the faint illusion/suggestion, without making it detectable.
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Outside, Liozu narrowed his eyes for a moment, an aura of hurt radiating around him. Very real too, as Empress had let Liozu's feelings creep through at that moment.

"How rude," he said with a pout, and then... laughed. High and bright and without even so much a shade of strangeness or danger, and just as it usually was. His cheerful smile held none of the strange tilt it had had since this morning.

"And you actually believed all that, Madiir? I mean, saying I'm of less mental strenght than the future Queen is rather rude... I am a Knight," Liozu raised an eyebrow, still smiling.

"Joke's on you, though. I don't know what you think you've seen, but you've got to have eaten something bad earlier. A Youkai Empress?" Liozu laughed, leaned up close to Madiir's face and snickered in a friendly tease.

"I hope you don't mind letting people think we're way too friendly!" Liozu laughed again and stepped back, and in the same moment as he bowed, let the illusion/suggestion go, covering Madiir and then seeping in. It was such a small, slight thing, it would be near imperceptible. Wouldn't even be noticed as an unnatural part of Madiir's mind... until it was too late.

"Have fun at the party, Madiir. But I would practice my dancing if I were you," smiling brightly, Liozu left the dance floor, eyes roving the large hall.

Jett was taken aback for just a moment. Of course she wouldn't know their dances! She'd never even BEEN to Dusis before! "Ah," he hesitated for a second, before coming up with a split-second change of plans. "Alright, then. How about we simply take our seats?" He indicated to the two thrones, "We will simply watch the others."

Madiir simply gritted his teeth as Liozu's stupid joke revealed itself. Stupid Dragon Knight and his miserable tricks. He had forgotten Liozu's prankster nature, and a joke like this seemed right up his alley. The Seer sulked off to retrive a drink. His mind seemed a little fuzzy, but that could easily be due to all the people around him. Madiir hated large groups.

"Ah...probably long than you would like, Lady Micoi..." It felt only proper to address her with a title, even if she has no offical one. He gently seated her in the only slightly smaller throne, then he gracefully sat down at the other one. "But...it's all a part of the game..."

"The game of politics and ruling. That is all it seems to be, some days. Do not worry, you will get used to it. In the meantime, I will try to shield you from most of it." Jett gave her a wan smile. Politics could certainly get ugly, and it simply didn't seem fair to Jett for a new 'player' to simply be dropped into the 'game' without someone to help her along.

"You might find this alot different from surviving in Arinas," Jett replied, but he did not challange her strength. She had to be strong, to have survived. "But I think you will be able to adapt. At least, that is what I sincerely hope." He was being sincere. "Tell me more about your life on Arinas. What was it like?"

....Kanak... A small twinge of jealousy pricked at Jett's heart, sending ripples and causing something to stir. But the part and the people was distracting, and Jett could not feel too bad. "Are there other people you call friends?"