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The prince sighs in exasperation at all the absolutely ridiculous shenanigans going on, brushing down his robes as if he's gotten them dusty and cannot stand the thought. "I suppose the world needs all types, especially those that can crack a witty joke, but if my father was half that bad I would be forced to usurp and execute him to protect the rest of my family."

"Why is it always execution for stuff like this? It wouldn't hurt you to consider getting a person help, or putting them somewhere they can't hurt themselves. Royalty is absurdly quick to solve issues with an axe."

"A person who mistreats their own family deserves no better. I don't care if you love them, but at least respect that they are your blood. One who breaks that covenant should be dealt with accordingly." Samson scowls and waves a dismissive hand. "But then I'd never expect the common rabble to understand that--without knowing, they assume our lives are simply a matter of enjoying rich luxury. One has to be strong, intelligent, and wise to rule--and above all ruthless to those who consistently prove a threat."

"Heh. Because in all your great wisdom, you decide 'common rabble' don't know anything. You kind of just continue to give all the stereotypes one comes to notice with your class. But, well, you do you - just kinda remember who you're ruling over lest you find yourself in a nasty spot."

"I know exactly over whom I will preside when my father passes from this life, and I will not be judged by one who repeatedly proves their ignorance of the responsibilities of leadership with every syllable their undisciplined tongue cares to utter, without care to perhaps thinking such an unfettered behavior will someday lead to their own downfall."

"Methinks ye think a wee bit too highly o' yerself. Ye speak much o' others judgin' ye yet ignore how ye cast the same stone back. Be a lit'le less hasty t' spit words an' quicker t' listen. Wisdom comes from anehwhere as long as ye give et a chance."

He puzzles over the thick, nearly indecipherable accent for a long while, before finally seeming to comprehend it, lips curling in a derisive sneer. "It is my job to be a judge when petitioners call on me--I will reply in the same measure to any who deign to try and judge me, I held no thoughts on him at all until he opened his mouth and expressed an opinion that clearly betrayed his ignorance on the concept of justice, and the lives of nobility and royalty. You say I am too quick to judge, yet I did not judge him at all until he presumed something of my character based on nothing but what kind of family I was born into. Next time please examine all that was said before jumping to incomplete conclusions, yourself."

"Speaking of words...what kind of dialect is that, even? I've never heard it before--it's almost impossible to understand you."

"Ah observed plenty. But we shall have t' agree t' disagree. And et's Gaelic."

"Ah, I see.My father's empire spans many distinct cultures, I shall have to see if that is a smaller one I have yet to encounter. As for the other matter...agree to disagree? You have hit on the heart of what it means to be diplomatic."

((Sorry by the way if anything he says is insulting, he is quite arrogant))

"The heart o' diplomacy es knowin' when t' listen an' when t' speak. Knowin' ye can' nae both agree on somethin' onleh means more needs t' be discussed. But et esn' the 'heart'. Ets the purpose o' diplomacy."

((No worries! IC is IC. Az can be a bit difficult, too, so I understand. xD))

One elegant brow is raised, whether in doubt or surprise or some other inexplicable emotion, is not clear. "Are we debating semantics now?"

(Ok, that's fair )

"Now, now, donna fight lassies, yer both pretty."

"Tell me, are you short-sighted, or do you just have trouble seeing so far above your normal eye level? Either option would be better than the implication of your poor choice of words being intentional."

"An' that, m'lad, is an example o' risin' t' bait that should be better off left alone. Ye do yerself disservice, an' come across as fight happy, reactin' t' folk like that. B'sides. That's the reaction he was lookin' for. Don' give him the satisfaction."

He sighs, and rubs a temple as if staving off a headache. "And this is why I don't like to socialize in groups, too many chances someone will not understand the finer points of etiquette. Or worse, deliberately flaunt them."

"Isn't being part of royalty require you to deal with the court or your unfortunate citizens? You're mighty cranky, boy, naptime?" Ara couldn't help but taunt, but he made it too easy.

He smiles in a sickenly sweet manner, waving a hand and removing some of the air between the pair of them, effectively silencing Ara and himself to each other. "There, no more listening to that provocative drivel."

Ara wasn't so easily silenced. Maybe it was the elfyness. "Pity. Almost amusing."

He mouths back at her, as humanoid ears cannot hear through a wall of nothingness, of vacuum--it is an undeniable law of physics that with no matter to vibrate, sound cannot travel. "You thought a magician is ignorant of how the natural world works?"

"'Oh, Max, every time we use the Cone of Silence, something terrible happens~! Can't you just write it to me on a piece of paper?'"

And Zeta, hands in his pockets, openly staring, saunters right up to where the guy's attempting his vacuum - and walks right through. It appears oxygen, or the potential lack thereof, seems to be the least of the man's concerns.

"Neat triiiiick, brother! How're you doing that? 'Mean. You constantly pulling it down between her'n you? Invisible container? I mean, what with gases doing that thing where they fill the space in which they're contained, and all of us, here, where these very disparate roads meet being. Y'know. A space.

"...d'you get tired!? Is magic taxing? How do you localize it so nobody suffocates? God. Swore I showed up here for something else, though, this kind of magic stuff's very distracting...

"OH-! First impressions. Right, right. Well. Hope I made one."