In the midst of all our fighting with the Cypherites and whatnot going on lately, the Merovingian decided to throw a surprise party at the Parallaxis warehouse club down in Uriah. Must have been trying to get the newblets on his side, since that's near the hardline that all new redpills spill out of after training nowadays.
It was the first time I came face to face with the big Exile himself, and I even got a chance to shake his hand.
I kept things formal, even though I wanted to delete his little digital french ass. "It is an honor to meet you, sir."
"Welcome, monsieur," he replied. "It is my pleasure. Please, enjoy yourself."
"You're wasting your time, though. We humans have little to gain from serving you. I think you'll find too many of us have already made our decisions for where our loyalties lie."
He shrugged off my taunt without much worry. "Well, monsieur, I like to think that it is never too late. I am an optimist, perhaps, yes, but I believe it to be true."
He went on to shake other hands and oversee the usual dancing, cake eating, and lesbian kissing typical of his shindigs. All in all it was a good crowd, with plenty of lovely ladies in red and plenty of old familiar faces all around: NullWhite, Psykopig, Starschwar, and several others all showed up as well to mingle with the Merovingian.
I felt like there was someone else there too, though... can't quite put my finger on it.
Oh well. No sense wasting any time thinking too hard about it.