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[plotdevised]

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

2/2

[makedown]

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

Mr. Dokjaebi, hello.

[plotdevised]

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

[makedown]

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

Are you okay?

[thefaultinthestars]

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

[plotdevised]

[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?

[makedown]

[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?

[plotdevised]

What.

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

[makedown]

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.

[plotdevised]

...










[sheathes the sword]

[makedown]

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.

[thefaultinthestars]

[popcorns furiously]

[plotdevised]

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

[makedown]

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.

[plotdevised]

[psychically taken out by that name again]

What did you just...?

[makedown]

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.

[plotdevised]

[grumpily takes the stack of papers]

[makedown]

[I say she can do this much without me having to dice roll for it even though the dice have protected him from getting stuck in a forever loop in the elevator. so yay his clothes are dry now! but only as long as he stays close to her

...

and the papers now weigh what they should have weighed from the start. sorry]

Thank you.

[presses another button and the elevator is moving again! we're going to Forge now]

What would you like me to call you?

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[plotdevised]

[the tiniest shift in his posture as he feels the weight of the papers change. he can still carry it all easily, but he has noticed.]

Yu Junghyeok.

[plotdevised]

[followed by a full body shudder]

—What.

[makedown]

True names. They're tied to your... let's call them core memories. You just felt the danger in saying them out loud. That's why everybody goes by an alias, or nom de plume.

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[plotdevised]

Kim Dokja.

[plotdevised]

[and THAT also makes him shudder.

grumbles.]

[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?