Aug 24, 2019 12:20 PM
A Luehmani and a Rianchimaru in Boyfriend Dungeon
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The lunch rush landed on the mall food court, filling it with people, shouts of 'Coffee for Tabitha! Tabitha?' and a severe lack of tables to be properly antisocial on.

Despite Louie best efforts to project an aura of 'go away', two office workers sat down at her table, cheerily chatting over their salads. They're frustratingly immune to glares from people wearing hi-vis over a stab vest. (And okay, they're totally allowed to sit at this table, it's not like she actually owns this table. But still. They didn't even ask.)

She does her best to ignore them. She just got off from A Shift-- the sort that makes you question how the general public has managed to keep themselves alive for so long, question what is up with the state of public education and water supplies that so many idiots are running around, along with the standard questioning your faith in humanity. Not to mention this is the first day of her new schedule, with all the fun sleep cycle fuckery that implies. While it is lunch time for normal, daywalking people, it's dinner for her, and she's been up far too long.

Short of it is: It's been a day where she deserves donuts with dangerous amounts of cinnamon for dinner. For lunch. (For dunch.)

 

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"Yeah, it sounds-- it sounds rough."

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"I think it'd be easier if this had been in possibility space. Or. Well. If Marian hadn't been kind of an asshole."

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She's just, uh, gonna leave the asshole comment there. Not because she doesn't sympathise, but she doesn't know enough about their relationship to be sure that she isn't stepping on a landmine, or something only Liane is allowed to say.

"Yeah, I'm not an expert or anything, but I'd never heard of anything like that. Someone's gotta be the first, but being first sucks."

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"Hopefully this isn't the 'get an effect named after you' sort of first. Though being on the literal cutting edge could be interesting, heh."

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She tries, and fails, to stiffle a giggle, and it comes out as a sort of 'snrk!' sound. 

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"On the one hand: it's possible no one knows how to fix this. On the other: research opportunity!"

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"That's-- certainly looking on the bright side of things."

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"It's a weird personality combination I think. 'Everything is science' plus 'if it doesn't kill you...'"

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"From the scientist's I've heard talking-- okay, so it's not all of them, but it's a lot of them."

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"Marian's more cautious with his own health. Or was. It'll be a process, figuring out how different things shake out..."

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"It's easier to be cautious if you've got someone else as a weapon."

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"...Yeah."

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She is so unqualified for this emotional stuff. Sooo unqualified.

"Still, hope things work out for you soon."

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"Same. Do you want to keep in touch, by the way? - Just, it'd be nice to have some kind of contact who isn't one of Marian's friends."

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"Yeah, sounds good."

She doesn't say It'd be good to be in contact with a more experienced weapon or friends are pretty thin on the ground, I'm not turning down an offer. She's proud of herself that she didn't.

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"Great! Uh, guess I'll text you when everything settles a bit?"

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"See you around, then?"

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"Hopefully not in a dungeon!"

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"That'd be inconvenient, yeah."

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"Well, see you around someplace else!"

And she heads off back home to fall face first into the nearest soft surface.

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"See you!"

They'll be doing much the same, honestly.

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She gets up. She goes to work. Rinse. Repeat.

Things are relatively normal, the level of hectic things usually are. Her coworkers are split between considering the whole chair incident stupid or heroic, with a slight lean towards heroic. (She stays out of it. The attention is a bit much for her.) There are some good natured jokes about her menacing things with chairs.

Even that quietens down. On the outside, things look normal, go back to normal.

On the inside-- If you'd asked her before whether she would be a weapon or a wielder, she'd point out most people were neither. If pressed ('Come on, you know what I mean') she'd say she'd be a wielder. She could lead, she was active, of course she'd be a wielder. She wasn't the sort of person you could wield.

Except, apparently, not.

She was apparently very wieldable! And she-- she liked it! She was powerful, in a way she wasn't otherwise! She could do things she couldn't otherwise. All for the low, low price of being used.

GAH.

It occurs to her, belatedly, that maybe Lianne has some idea of how to deal with this-- stuff. But she probably has enough on her plate. Probably doesn't need newbie weapon existential crises on top of it. 

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After a while, Louie will get a text.

'Hey. It's Lianne. From the dunj. I know we haven't talked. But - I don't really know who to go to.'

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...and now she feels kinda bad for not initiating contact earlier. Bit late for that, though.


"What's happened?"

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