AUDIENCE: LUP

[retellers]

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[evocationary]

[ a long pause. ]

Uh - yeah. Yeah, I'm okay. The, uh - the memory stuff is getting worse. That's all. [ she clears her throat. she glances at him, and his hand, and her lips twitch, at least. ]

[retellers]

[ ... lowers the hand, embarrassed. ] Worse how, exactly?

[evocationary]

[ she appreciates the concern, though! ]

Well - the two of us are twinsies, now, since I uh, apparently can't remember my name anymore! So that's just. Been fun. [ she can't even really make that sound like her usual flippant tone. she just leans against a pew, looking away. ]

[retellers]

[ ... oh. there's a hesitant pause. ] ... Can't get you a mask, but we can always give you an animal nickname. [ he is really good at comfort. ]

[evocationary]

[ he's trying and that's what matters ]

Wolf's already taken, though! [ she huffs, absently swinging her sword. ] I guess I could be... Mongoose or something.

[retellers]

[ . . . ] Mongoose?

[evocationary]

Yeah, Mongoose. You have to have heard me tell this story already to someone.

[retellers]

Doesn't mean I understand it more. [ he, in fact, understands so little of the shit lup says. ] You want to stick with that?

[evocationary]

[ he can feel better knowing he is ABSOLUTELY not the only one ]

I don't know. It doesn't feel right. But neither does the fucking static noise that comes out of people's mouths when they say what I assume is my actual name.

[retellers]

... So refrain from doing that. Got it. [ he grabs his sword since she did want this, twirling it a bit. stop showing off. it's so big. ] Think shortening your name would work?

[evocationary]

... Maybe? [ wolf she doesn't know what her name is

she does watch him show off though, looking bemused. ] Do you even know what my name is?

[ be nice to wolf. ]

[retellers]

It's static noise, right? [ wolf, don't be a dick. ] If I call you "Lu", does it work? [ it sounds like. the lou in louie ]

[evocationary]

[ as cute as lu is, it's too easy.

she wrinkles her nose at the first bit, but doesn't argue because she asked for it. a beat. ]

That still sounds like static.

[retellers]

Mm... [ well. the other option is "up", and that. that just doesn't work, does it. ] Could try a ... color?

[evocationary]

[ she nods a little at that. ]

... I like red? [ not bad, especially considering the... red robes she's currently wearing. ] Blanca suggested something star adjacent, but I'm not sure about that.

[ she swings her sword sort of angrily at the mention of blanca. ]

[retellers]

Red works. [ ... he doesn't want to ask but he has said he doesn't listen in on all her conversations and, honestly, with this permanent headache, he is pointedly ignoring most conversations ] Something happen there?

[evocationary]

[ she wrinkles her nose. ]

... I think he forgot that his wife died, based on the conversation we had. He thinks he's married. So he - you know. Told me we're not a thing. [ angry slash. ] You don't want to listen to my drama, Wolf.

[retellers]

... I don't, but it sounds like you need to vent about it anyway. [ he? admits it? he doesn't want to know because they fucked and he had to know that. that was horrible. he lifts his sword ] So vent, and try to hit me at the same time. I'll be dodging or blocking. [ she probably needs a non moving target but also she needs to Learn so ]

[evocationary]

[ oh boy. he says that, and she glances up at him, expression - strange, for just a second. appreciative? soft, definitely. ]

Yeah. Okay. [ her lips twitch. and she goes for the hitting! ] There's not much more to it. I should know better than to trip over my own feet for human boys, anyway.

[retellers]

[ for a guy with a giant sword, he's pretty nimble. dodging... ] What, elf boys are better?

[evocationary]

[ she snorts. ]

Well, they live longer, for one thing.

[retellers]

[ mobile so non icon, but wolf huffs a bit ]

That it? Trees do, too, doesn't make them good to date.

[ snark is his answer to cheering her up and I'm sorry ]

[evocationary]

[ SNARK IS GOOD THOUGH and she's smiling, at least. ]

I have dated some elf boys that are about as dull as trees, so - you have a point. [ she's doing her best to actually hit, with her sword. which is not going... great, in all honesty. she's distracted. ]

You haven't forgotten that you're a mercenary, have you?

[retellers]

[ well...even bad practice is practice, tho he's looking concerned at how distracted she is ]

Since Sunday? No.

[evocationary]

[ sometimes you lose an entire part of your identity and your not-boyfriend breaks up with you in the same hour and it sticks ]

That's good, at least. What did you remember about that? Just that you are one?