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[makedown]

[oh boi]

That's where Dokjaebi comes from.

[ding elevator, she steps out first]

Please follow me, it's not too far from here.

[plotdevised]

Why would I ever call myself something like that?

[makedown]

You gave me several options. Deuteragonist. Dokja. Dokkaebi.

And Deuteragonist didn't seem right to me because you're absolutely main character coded, so I portmanteau'd the other two.

[plotdevised]

[he shakes his head]

Supreme King.

[makedown]

[nods]

Those words have meaning too, so I'll call you Sup.

[plotdevised]

Supreme King.

[thefaultinthestars]

[somewhere, booker is cracking up]

[makedown]

No, you need to protect your other self's dignity. He's perfected gap moe, you can't just come and chuunibyou hundreds of years of effort or however long it took him.

[plotdevised]

What are you even saying.

[thefaultinthestars]

[laughing so hard ACTUAL TEARS are falling]

[makedown]

I'm saying please think of other people and choose a name-sounding name for yourself. You wouldn't call me Magnificient Empress if I told you that's my name, you'd think I'm messing with you.

[plotdevised]

It's a title.

[makedown]

Is your kingdom on W*k*pedia?

[plotdevised]

Someone can be a king without ruling over a nation!

[makedown]

And I can be an Empress in the astral plane. You still wouldn't like it.

[plotdevised]

I am mature enough to not find any issues with calling people by whatever they are known as.

[but also I can just not use anyone's names]

[makedown]

Most people aren't, king.

But when you regain your memories of the present, you'll know I tried to protect you. I guess that's good enough.

[plotdevised]

Captain.

[makedown]

That's better.

As long as you don't mind the inevitable questions people will ask. We are on a ship after all.

[plotdevised]

I will not elaborate. Take it or leave it.

[makedown]

I don't mind. I think it's charming.

[plotdevised]

[huffs, but doesn't argue further]

[makedown]

[oh look we finally made it to Forge!

holds the door open for him]

After you, Captain.

[plotdevised]

[there's a barely perceptible furrow as she says that, but he remains quiet still.

heading in]

[thefaultinthestars]

[somewhere, booker storm tsks in frustration as his show is turned off]