AUDIENCE: LUP

[retellers]

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[ uh ]

I don't... [ that's a difficult. question. apparently. ] What's it matter? It's not your brother.

[evocationary]

[ she laughs. ]

I'm just curious! Is it because of how he looks or acts?

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... Both.

[ RIP TO TAAKO AAH ]

[evocationary]

[ for a second, she looks - almost disappointed, and then: ]

Nah, that's fair. But thanks for being nice to him anyway. During the dance.

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He mostly yelled at me.

[ it was exhausting. there's a bit of a pause as wolf seems to try to understand why there was that flash of disappointment and... then realizes in his embarrassment that lup and taako are twins. ]

It's not... I'm not saying you guys are ugly. I'm not. Into guys that much. Often? I--

[ take him out of his misery he's turning tomato colored ]

[evocationary]

[ oh my god wolf

she will just. save him from himself. ]

It's fine, bud, you can be into both however much you want to be. [ she hums. ] And it's fine if you think we're ugly! We're not, so you'd wrong, but everybody is entitled to a wrong opinion.

[ she pulls herself up to sit instead of sulk under all the blankets, at least. ]

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[ he's hiding his face in a hand ]

I don't. Think you're ugly.

[ do not make him say it a second time? ]

[evocationary]

[ her instinct is to be a fucking gremlin about it, but!

she just smiles. ]

Thanks. [ genuinely! ] I don't think you're ugly either.

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Great. Let's move past this.

[ let him out ]

[evocationary]

[ that makes her laugh, and she pulls the blankets up to give herself a blanket hood. ]

Hey, have you remembered anything else about yourself?

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Sort of?

[evocationary]

Sort... of? [ what. ]

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Is "I was hired by an eco-terrorist group" learning something about myself?

[ so dry ]

[evocationary]

[ snort ]

Sort of! [ wolf please ] Eco-terrorist as in... what, like making trees blow up buildings? What the fuck does that mean.

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Fighting and blowing shit up for the Planet.

[ she can't hear the capital, so it's fine ]

[evocationary]

That sounds like my kind of terrorism.

[ lup? ] Your memories are really like, about your job a lot and not... you.

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[ lup erasing the burning of nibelheim, i see how it is. but he pauses and shrugs ]

Maybe there's nothing else to know.

[evocationary]

[ she doesn't know that's not RELATED TO HIS JOB it seems like a mercenary thing idfk our memories are corrupted that's my excuse ]

Oh, please. You're a person, there's plenty to know. The Realm's just not giving you the right stuff. [ vague annoyed sound. ] I would love if it would remind you what your favorite food is so I could cook for you, since like, I remember how to do that again! But no! Eco-terrorism!

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Just cook me whatever. It's not like I'm picky with food.

[ he has nothing to say to the rest of it so ]

[evocationary]

Once I'm done being poisoned, I'm going to cook you dinner.

[ huff. ] Count on it. Tuesday? Probably Tuesday.

[retellers]

Whenever's fine. [ a little placating because he does kind of think she's fussing over nothing ]

[evocationary]

[ she huddles up further. ]

Okay. [ ... ] Can you tell me anything else about the poison? You know it was a power, at least.

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Wasn't a plant or animal, so that's the logical conclusion, yeah.

[ he. sighs, rubbing at his mouth ]

She was splintering, and it's not a power she knows. She didn't do it on purpose.

[evocationary]

[ stares at the ceiling ]

No, I didn't think she did at all. [ but... it still is sad. ] Was Mob splintering too? Or was that because of her?

The story I got was... uh, muddled. At best.

[retellers]

Kid wasn't mine, and we didn't talk much, so I can't say for sure. [ the disclaimer. is important. ] But he wasn't splintering the way she was, or someone else would've been tasked with him. We might not all sense them when they happen, but we haven't missed one yet.