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[ Unlike any of Byerly’s previous posts, which consisted of him monologuing interminably, this post looks to be a dialogue. There are actually two people on screen - Byerly’s lanky, elegant, sloe-eyed self, and next to him a small odd-looking fellow with intense features and a too-large head set on a hunched spine. For all the differences between them, though, the two look like they could be brothers, or at least cousins - similar noses, similar bone structure, similar skin tone, similar hair color. Ah, the products of Barrayaran inbreeding.

You can tell who set up the camera by the framing. Byerly is centered, and sitting at an angle that best shows off his fine features. Miles Vorkosigan, the small fellow, is squished off into a corner of the frame. By is the first to speak, too. ]

Bonsoir, lovely fellows and ladies. Your bosom friend and brother Byerly here with an important announcement. Though you have known me as His Imperial Majesty Byerly II of Barrayar, now I’m just plain By, because my position has been usurped. [ A fake mournful sigh. ] Brutal civil war. Deadly. Horrible. I’ve been dealt a monstrous blow.

[ Miles, meanwhile, just kind of rolls his eyes skyward. Spare him from his cousin’s melodrama. ] If by “usurped” you mean “assumed rightful authority,” then yes. I usurped you. With little resistance, I might add. [ A pause; he straightens his small frame as best he can - not that it’s especially effective given the camera angle. ] Did you really go around calling yourself His Imperial Majesty Byerly II?

But of course. [ Byerly blinks in mock-innocence. ] Sire, don’t tell me that you don’t see the Imperial office as worthy of respect. I was simply demanding the dignity due to the camp stool.

Is it more dignified to lose it to a civil war too? [ Miles arches a brow in turn. ] I could fight you, I suppose.

Oh, please don’t do that, sire. [ By’s expression is a reasonable approximation of pained. ] I don’t want to hurt you. He’s very fragile, you see. [ The last is said conspiratorially to the audience, as though Miles couldn’t hear. And, swiftly, before he can be executed for treason - ] So I wished to introduce my dear sometime-cousin and current-overlord to the network, as a grand announcement of an enormous life change, and an announcement that I will of course be hosting a coronation party for him.

-- What?

[ There’s not even the slightest twinkle of amusement in Byerly’s face; he looks perfectly solemn as he explains - ]

It is, of course, customary for those invited to a coronation to bring gifts of tribute. I would not presume to speak for my lord Emperor, but I might suggest gifts of alcohol. Or something a little harder than alcohol? A fellow does grow tired of only being drunk, and the Emperor is quite a fan of stimulants, which is why you’ll hear him babble endlessly, all the time. Would that suit you, sire?

[ Miles has been working his mouth like a frog in the background this whole time; he still sputters a moment, staring at Byerly in disbelief. ] I never agreed to a party, By -- [ He interrupts himself with a beautiful stream of cursing in Greek. ] For god’s sake, that won’t be necessary.

[ Loudly, speaking over his Emperor - ] That sounds like a yes to me! I’ll see you all tomorrow night. [ And with a wink, he cuts the feed. ]

[ ooc: blue is Byerly, red is Miles ]

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Eighteen.

... And how is eighteen not old enough for anything.

It's young enough that not being old enough is taken as an insult rather than a complement.

Well, I'm no child. And you'd do well not to treat me as such.

Forgive me, highness, if I don't want to address you as Your Imperial Handsomeness either.

[ UH. ]

I would not ask it of you. Did Byerly say that?

He told me that was the proper form of address. And I'm a credulous sort.

Highly incorrect. Call me Miles, please.

And Byerly had seemed so sincere. [ A sigh. ]

So, Miles, were you Emperor before you got here?

No, I was third in line. After the current Emperor and my father.

So would that make the Emperor your uncle, or?

Cousin, but the last of his bloodline. Da was Regent for him until his majority.

How terrible for your childhood.

It was ... an interesting affair. To be sure. I spent much of it raised in the Imperial Residence right next to the Emperor proper.

Ah. Are you two of an age? I don't know if that would make it better or worse, but I suppose it depends on the emperor.

Very nearly, yes. He was orphaned, so my parents raised us as brothers.

Ah, but who was the eldest? I'm curious. It changes the dynamic considerably.

He is the elder. By about five years.

I'll keep that in mind.

My name's Nash, by the way. I think it says. [ His username is not just a keysmash. ]

... Nash, then. Well met.

Matter of opinion, if you'll pardon my saying so. No offense! [ He doesn't stop talking. ] It's just these things really trip me up. No personal connection.

Ah? You mean the network portion of it?

The part that's like a witch's mirror in a cradle tale.

[ So, yes. ]

You've no such tech where you come from?

No. We have witches.

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