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[transmit]

HELLO

"You've reached Elysium! Lost? Need an ear? I'm your guy! I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

GOODBYE

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action; post-cyoa

[lucentia]

[hi... where are you...]

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[ crawls here now that new locations have been revealed

He's at Junk in the Trunk! He waves Lucien over. ]

[lucentia]

[THANK THE GODDESS FOR CLOTHES thinks boy who was stuck in his pjs for weeks and has since been wearing his party clothes

but when he sees elysium, he heads on over.]

How are you feeling?

[transmit]

[ i'm tearing up so bad lucien your clothes




Alas, Elysium does not want to think about his feelings, much less talk about them, so he's putting a pair of cat ears that he's coincidentally holding by the time Lucien makes his way over on his head. God bless playing someone who is willing to do stupid shit. ]

How does it look like I'm doing? —They suit you.

[lucentia]

[








?????]

Wha?

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We're lightening up the mood!

[ throws this at him next. ]

This looks cozy.

[lucentia]

[catches it, still startled.]

It does, but—I am here to ask how you are, not to lighten the mood!

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Well. If that's what you're here for, you'd rather hear a positive answer over a negative one, right? I'll feel a lot better if you just go along with it.

[ He finds another one with inverted colours… ]

Look, we can match! Do you think if I blend in with the cats they'll stop trying to menace me?

[lucentia]

[he looks like he kind of wants to protest but can't actually come up with a reason why.]

... The cats are menacing you? I thought only Rafayel had a problem with them.

[transmit]

[ on one hand you have a fish. on the other hand you have a bird.

He just sighs and twirls a feather like one might with a strand of hair. ]

It's tough being eye-catching. Couldn't tell you what's up with Rafayel, though.

[lucentia]

Are you certain that being "eye-catching" has to do with anything...

[transmit]

Why else would they be so obsessed with me…?

[lucentia]

Perhaps you have done something to offend them.

[transmit]

Am I not allowed privacy?

[ All he did was evict a few that might've been there in the manor before him… Nothing crazy… He was gentle about it, too… ]

[lucentia]

Oh. Did you kick them out of the room? That would explain it.

[transmit]

They're the ones who wouldn't stop bothering me. There are so many other rooms. Why mine?

[lucentia]

They were here first.

[transmit]

So you're on that side of the war…

[ sounds betrayed. ]

[lucentia]

Is it a war now?

[transmit]

That's how you'd define a long-term, ongoing struggle, yeah.

[ Be on the right side of history, Lucien… ]

[lucentia]

If the cats bother you, I will assist, but I cannot say I stand against them.

[transmit]

That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me all week.

[ not really, but

get emotional ]

Does this mean you don't want the hoodie, then?

[lucentia]

...

I will accept it.

[transmit]

[ Oh, Lucien. You really are so much better when you're alive. ]

Heheh. What's more your style, anyway? That can be for when we're locked in combat.

[lucentia]

[TH... THANKS...?]

Other factors notwithstanding, I prefer clothes that are comfortable and easy to move in. [a beat] We're not locked in combat, though!

[ENOUGH WITH YOUR WAR.]