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[thefirstemperor]

[Fou-Lu spends a great deal of time just wandering. It's beginning to wear on him, but his lack of purpose with no worshippers screaming inside his mind, his lack of recourse without his power, every aspect of his imprisonment... More importantly, he's never had to decide what to do with himself.

At the moment, he's strolling the deck, considering the pretty spread of stars he still believes is an impressive but ultimately uninteresting magical illusion. At least something here is pretty.

He isn't in a mood to pay attention to his surroundings. Tesla's approach gets no acknowledgement from him.]

[vampere]

[It wouldn't be the first time Tesla has been all but ignored by someone, regardless of the reason.  And to be perfectly fair, the stars going by is a fairly reasonable thing to be distracted by.  Still, they aren't going to get anywhere if he doesn't speak up, and so it is that after a brief moment of silence, he does exactly that.]

You arrived here not that long ago, right?