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[thefaultinthestars]

[he isn't exactly surprised it rings true but it does just make him more mad]

Also, this coat doesn't suit you.

[And so he opens up his mouth to breathe fire all over it]

1/???

[epimone]

[the problem when you decide to set something on fire is that, if the object in question is a piece of clothing that is currently being worn by someone, that someone is very likely to also get swallowed by the flames.

Mr. Duty looks surprised, but not especially concerned.]

done actually

[epimone]

[but suddenly, right as he's about to get completely engulfed by the fire, his expression changes.

Kim Dokja can probably sense it, too. the familiar way in which the air around them shifts and crackles. what ends up enveloping the Deuteragonist is not flames, but a sudden outburst of plausibility.

and unless his tail and other appendages are still latched onto him, it's going to send him flying.]

Re: done actually

[thefaultinthestars]

[his tail was still latched to him but it's ok we can add dislocated tail to the injuries, and he never got that far from the wall anyway.

But that was enough to knock him dizzy, he groans, blinking slowly]


What...

[plotdevised]

[as the smoke from the storm starts to clear it becomes clear that the fluffy dokkaebi coat is no more. instead, there's a familiar black coat.

the man wearing it coughs, looking disoriented.]

[thefaultinthestars]

[what]

...Yu Jung...

[ He trais off, forgetting for a moment about his broken wrists]

1/2

[plotdevised]

[his head snaps up, even more confused. also the eye patch is gone]

—Kim Dokja.

[plotdevised]

[and then he bends forward again, wheezing and shuddering]

1/2

[thefaultinthestars]

What the...

[thefaultinthestars]

[but guess what time it also is. It's time for Booker Storm to return.

There is no burst of probability, just Dokja looking even more lost for a second]


Ow?? What the hell, you two??

[plotdevised]

[lol, lmao even.

Junghyeok is at least no longer bleeding, but he is staring very hard at goth scalie Kim Dokja]

What the hell happened to you?

[thefaultinthestars]

[Goth Scale Kim Dokja is searching his memories as quickly as he can, squinting in pain ]

You broke my wrists? Both of them?

[plotdevised]

[????????]

What are you talking about?

[looks around]

Where...?

[thefaultinthestars]

Did you ... [Oh God, my that hurts too. Whines a bit in his throat]

Did you... Lose your memories suddenly? Your clothes changed... And your eye too..

[thefaultinthestars]

[wait ....]


Where were you before here...

[plotdevised]

[gets back to his feet proper, closing the distance as he stares very hard at the weird dragon hands]

Jongro 3rd Street Station.

[thefaultinthestars]

[??????????]

[plotdevised]

Where is everyone else? Just what happened here?

[thefaultinthestars]

....was that, possibly,... Near 'the end'?
Say, just before 'the epilogue'?

[plotdevised]

[ok well he's starting to get concerned]

The ■■ of the scenarios, yes.

Answer my questions.

[thefaultinthestars]

[....]

Wow, he's going to regret this.

[Starting to trudge toward the door.]

That was all a while ago. I'm not sure how long ago. We're in the sequel now. I'm missing most of my memories, and I think you are too.

[plotdevised]

[walking alongside him]

What sequel? Stop talking in riddles.

[thefaultinthestars]

It's not a riddle, it's an analogy. What do you think sequel means?

[plotdevised]

Why is there a "sequel"?

[thefaultinthestars]

...I don't know. I don't remember that part.

It has something to do with a dreamer... Does that ring any bells?

[Stops in front of the elevator]

Down, please.