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[but then Booker emerges again and he instinctively takes a step back, holding his sword out in front of himself in a combat stance]

—WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

[looks at him and just

]

[starts laughing.

not at all threatened and really, sincerely amused]

[drenched and puffed up like a furious (wet) cat and EVEN MORE APPALLED BY THAT SIGHT AND REACTION]

[turns around and books it!!!!!!!]

[wow

where are you even booking it to, yu junghyeok

after a moment of staring at the space he was in, booker pulls up a screen to Watch]

[TO THE NEAREST ELEVATOR, just frantically pressing every button on the wall in a row to call them all at the same time]

[oh honey

booker is going to be stuck in the pools for a bit waiting for his hand to reattach so he'll just watch to see where junghyeok ends up for a bit]

[after a few seconds, one of the elevator dings and he steps inside it as soon as the doors open]

[she's carrying a heavy-looking bunch of printed paper and has to peek from the side to see him]

Mr. Dokjaebi, hello.

Edited Date: 2025-08-10 12:51 am (UTC)

[FURTHER STARTLED BY TINY GIRL WHO JUST CALLED HIM SOMETHING THAT SOUNDS LIKE A SLUR]

[presses the button to go up. up? down? wherever the subway is, prolly]

Are you okay?

[GIRL WHY ARE YOU TAKING HIM THERE, WE COULD LOSE HIM IN THERE]

[well, he's soaked and dripping water everywhere, with his sword out, minus eyepatch, and also palette swapped so....... you tell us, Catherine WORLDMAKER]

Who are you?

Edited Date: 2025-08-10 01:08 am (UTC)

[I mean she's not going to judge. Mr. Dokjaebi has special rights

but that question changes things thx]

...I'm Catherine. I'll explain how we know each other in a bit, but first, can I ask for a favor?

What.

[hard to tell if he's asking "what favor" or "what is this conversation even"]

I'll help you get away from whatever you're running from, but please put your sword away. You can't use it in a small place like this anyway.

...

[sheathes the sword]

Thank you.

[presses the stop button, sorry if anyone wanted to use it]

Now before we get out, I need you to take these papers from me so I can make your clothes dry. You'll draw attention otherwise.

[popcorns furiously]

The more attention I draw, the better. I need answers.

If it's like this, you'll just get swamped by randos who want to learn what happened to Mr. Dokjaebi. You need the right attention.

You saved me two weeks ago, so I owe you this much. I might have some answers for you, and I can take you to the Showmaster for the rest.

Edited Date: 2025-08-10 01:36 am (UTC)

[psychically taken out by that name again]

What did you just...?

I said several things. Can we have this conversation not in an elevator? Just take this. I bet you could carry this much on your pinky finger, and you can just drop them if you need to fight.