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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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"That's good! It always feels a bit odd to me, but - not in a bad way, so I can see what you mean."

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It's definitely distinct from being a human, but not a bad kind of distinct.

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"I think I see what you mean, yeah."

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I wouldn't want to be like this all the time-- walking is certainly convenient, for one thing-- but... yeah.

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"I like being able to read and all, so I think I'd prefer to mostly hang out in human shape? But if you like being a weapon, that - fits well, with me being a more experienced wielder. Weapons obviously have a lot to do and keep track of, but I've found it an easier learning curve. Less stressful, at least."

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Assisting can be easier that doing, yeah.

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"Benefits and drawbacks to both." She stretches a bit, sighing.

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I'm almost certain there's someone out there who'd boggle at the idea of being a weapon being easier.

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They laugh. "Certainly. There's lots of people born as weapons who just settle down as humans, after all..."

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Having hands and ability to move around youself might affect the calculations there.

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They nod. "It's easier as a born-human, yeah. You can always just turn back into human on your own."

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Even with that, I'd imagine with some born weapons-- even if they preferred to be a weapon, the advantages of having limbs and suchlike might make being human more often the only choice they could make.

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"Definitely."

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And the night drags on. The monster bodies vanish, and a few are recreated by the center stone - slowly, though, not in such numbers that Lianne and Louie can't handle them.

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And then the air starts to ripple.

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Okay, that's... kind of worrying. (Which is putting it mildly, but still.)

Is that... normal?

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"No," Lianne says, climbing to their feet. "Not at all."

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Ah.

So it is alarming. That's just lovely. Wonderful.

She tenses (as much as a sword can 'tense') and tries to get ready for whatever the shimmer might do or be.

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And a person - or at least a person-shaped being, artful in the way some monsters are - steps through.

"Interesting," ze says.

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So whatever that is human. ...probably human. Most likely human.

That's not that comforting.

And who are you?

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Their appearance shifts, becoming more fluid. "I am Tyrant. Who are you? Why are your bodies so simple?"

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...Her assessment of zem is human is looking less likely. Especially if Lianne counts as simple. (She'll agree that 'magic metal with a handle' is not the most complex kind of body around.)

My name is Louie Manfredi. 'Why' questions like that are not... necessarily answerable.

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"You didn't make your bodies, then?"

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...people normally don't, no.

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"All the people I know did, unless some Lord gets it into their heads to make sapient servitors, which never ends well."

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