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[Hahaha holy shit.]

I think I can spare a minute or two, sure.

Then, regarding your kingship, I have two questions.

1. What is a wedgie?
2. I don't mean to seem accusatory, but since this game has begun, two kings have been announced thus far - only to quickly be dethroned and replaced by you. Are you perhaps acting in some way to bring about such a result?

[A pause, and he quickly adds:]

Of course, if you are, then it is perfectly within your rights to do so. It is only fitting that power be wrested from those who do not know how to properly wield it.

[While the first question gets a laugh from Gary - because honestly, no matter how much sense it makes for Gaston to not know what a wedgie is it's still hilarious - its the second question that really grabs his attention. Not a sentiment Gary doesn't share, but interesting that Gaston so willingly came out with it before even hearing an answer from Gary.]

1. It's a tradition where I come from to assert your dominance in a place where even the slightest display of weakness will have people out for your blood.

[He sends a crudely drawn diagram of both a regular wedgie and an atomic wedgie, both with in depth descriptions and suggestions for executing each.]

2. Well, that's hardly a question to be answered in such a manner that could easily be traced back to me, is it? The only people who have more eyes and ears all over than me are the ones running this show. I wouldn't want to compromise myself, would I? It might be a good idea to delete this entire conversation later, actually.

[He sure didn't actually answer your question, Gaston.]

[Gaston saves that diagram. What an interesting idea; he's amazed Mikado didn't have anything similar.]

1. I understand. I will carry out your order.

2. You're right. Allow me to apologize for my carelessness, then; I will delete this conversation from my phone posthaste.

Would it be too much to request another face-to-face meeting?

Better safe than sorry, as they say.

[It might be beneficial for Gaston to think that Gary even has the know-how to do such a thing. Of course he can't outright say it. Plausible deniability and all that.]

I don't see why not. We can meet at my place. I have a way where we can talk without worry of prying eyes.

Very well. How shall I know which house is yours?

It's the one with the teal gem. Can't miss it.

Understood.

[Not long after, Gary should hear a knock on his door.]

[And Gary will answer, stepping off to the side to let Gaston in. It's a nice and lavish looking home because Gary is a preppy asshole.

Once Gaston is inside Gary will close the door, just glancing out to see if anyone saw him coming in. You know, just in case.]

Gotten to know your fellow magi since your arrival?

[Color him curious.]

[Gaston's family was its own brand of preppy asshole - and status-obsessed to boot, so color him impressed. He steps inside, giving the interior of the house a good once-over.

When Gary asks him that question, he puts on a bit of a show of putting a hand to his temple and sighing heavily.]

Thus far, I've found them a haphazard and witless bunch. "Colorful," as you put it when we first met.

[While Gary is pleased to hear his reaction - so far that means there's likely no one else to be of influence to him, he too makes it a show and shakes his head with a sigh of his own.]

I expected as much. But honestly, when you made your first appearance on the mirrors you seem to have gotten a little more cooperation than most. And that's really saying something here.

...Really?

[There's genuine surprise in his voice. One of the first things that'd immediately disillusioned him to the other magi was how uncooperative they were when he made his little speech about cooperation, after all.]

[...Ah, wait. He quickly catches himself, looking away and clearing his throat with embarrassment. He can't show surprise over something like this; he has to show that results like that are simply to be expected when he's at the helm because he's a cut above the rest.]

Well, as I said, I've experience with leading.

[Oh, but the surprise does not go unnoticed. Neither does that look of embarrassment.]

It shows. It's hard to catch because everyone here is so difficult but trust me, you saw nothing after your little speech. [He waves his hand.] But like I said, I prefer to be on the safe side. And there's only one place left that hasn't been compromised by idiots.

When I got here I...well, I'll show you.

[Gary, with a hint of a smirk, gestures a touch theatrically off to the side, as he does so a portal appears before them.]

It's my [how to word this to Gaston...] realm...that I rule over.

[And without giving Gaston much time to reply he'll just go right in! This particular portal will lead to a sort of war room. A big stone table stands in the middle with a lot of notebooks, hand drawn maps of the town and newly added wards, anything Gary doesn't want wandering eyes to catch are closed or covered. There's also a whiteboard with a list very similar to the one he sent Gaston of all the Magi. Any information or events Gary has shared with him will be on display, with no real point in hiding them.]

[Gaston's mind is still caught on Gary's recognition of his leadership qualities, trying to figure out how to appropriately respond when Gary shows him the portal.]

A realm... that you rule over.

[He repeats it with awe, stepping inside after Gary. Once he sees what Gary has on display within - once he sees the sheer level of detail and organization in Gary's meticulous information-gathering - his mouth drops open slightly, wonderstruck. The fact that this appears to be some sort of war room, well, for a soldier like Gaston who had a very "si vis pacem, para bellum" viewpoint on leadership... it's only one more reason to be impressed.

For the moment, he appears to have entirely forgotten himself; his eyes travel around the room, entirely engrossed on the sight before him.]

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