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[afterword]

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[malewife]

[ Joonghyuk wants to scour the streets for any evidence of what happened last night. His daemon has shifted form to a large black jaguar, baring its fangs every once in a while. The pounce is noticed, but Niah doesn't react much to it. ]

What is it?

[ But Joonghyuk makes a gesture with his hand for Dokja to wait. He scribbles something on paper and gives it to him:

"The Watchers can sometimes listen to our conversations. Write down what you don't want them to know you shared.

We will burn the papers."

Yeah. ]

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[ Good, Jin doesn't need to be mauled for a playful pounce. Not today. Though she does seem interested in squeezing beneath the large jaguar, pressing low to the ground with curious sniffing.

Dokja, however, pauses just as Joonghyuk makes a notion, perking a brow until he takes the paper and reads it. Ah, so that's how it is. Without skipping a beat, he smoothly continues the conversation with the start of a laugh. ]

Nevermind, you probably aren't interested in hearing the story of another.

[ He says this as he writes, holding it back after.

"There's a win condition. Seems to be between the two teams, Celestials and Temporals. There may be specific conditions and whoever reaches it first wins.

The Celestials, however, were told that allowing the other team to "win" could be dangerous for many worlds."

He looks around the streets while Joonghyuk reads, humming. ]

So far, nothing looks out of place. It's a lot of ground to cover.

[malewife]

The Watchers are merely here to watch us and not much more. I see no reason to learn any personal details about them.

[ Interesting... Joonghyuk writes something simple back.

I will ask the Temporals later.

He's hoping soon, but he doesn't know he will be dragged to see trial and execution soon. Anyway. ]

But something is out of place. The fact nothing is out of place says it all.

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To be expected from Yoo Joonghyuk.

[ Dokja glances at the message before he nods and hands the paper back to leave it to the man to burn later. He has nothing else to share that he hasn't mentioned already so he refocuses on their surroundings.

Though, his hand does play with something in his pocket. ] Hmmm. Maybe a broken door, something obvious.. but, so far really nothing.

[ A pause. Fiddling with his hand until he finally pulls it out, peering at his coin until he glances over to his companion. ] Yoo Joonghyuk. Do you see anything?

[ He'll hold his hand out with one side facing up- and clear to see will be a feather symbol on its side. ]

[malewife]

[ Yup, nothing. ]

... Yes.

[ Joonghyuk will definitely burn the note later and make sure they're ashes before leaving. Anyway, he looks over. ]

What did you get?

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Rhyme for 24 hours. Amazing, isn't it?

[ ... ]

Should I use it on you?

[malewife]

... Don't you dare.

[ bitch ]

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[ laughs. ]

And? What did you get?

[malewife]

… I can summon a love potion.

[ I, HEI, AM GOD. ]

1/2

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[ ... ]

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I see...

[ Yeah he's just. Kinda eyeing Joonghyuk. ]

[malewife]

I’m not sure what the Watchers expect us to do with these, or if they’re useful for the dispute we must resolve—why are you looking at me like that?

[ ??? ]

[afterword]

Nothing, nothing. It's just interesting that you of all people would get something like that. [ What does that mean?? ]

Anyways, since you got something this morning as well, then it's probably safe to assume everyone else did. ..Course I doubt that anyone is going to be willing to share what exactly they got.

[ wow, if only this was part of a certain novel he knows so he had a list of what exactly was possible to get smh. ] But, if you see anyone else's coin with a feather, it's safe to assume they have the same thing that I have. What symbol does yours show?

[ Because Joonghyuk never actually showed his coin >:/ ]

[malewife]

[ You know what? Whatever. Joonghyuk doesn’t ask cause he doesn’t want to know what Dokja is thinking about him summoning a love potion. ]

… The same symbol.

[ He let’s Dokja see it! And it is indeed a feather. ]

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[ Well, shit. That is indeed a feather, one and the same. ]

So much for that idea... Well, guess it'll imply that they at least have an ability on them.

[ Sighs, his arms cross after he puts away his coin and looks to be thinking. Yet, his head is quiet, no Fourth Wall to quell his ever-restless thoughts. The feeling of anxiety that sometimes fills him from time to time. His finger taps at his arms, looking a bit antsy.

Jin seems affected by it, whimpering lowly while she paces around, seeming unable to just stand still. ]

What do you think about everything here, Yoo Joonghyuk?

[malewife]

No one would know which ability you had, but there’s a chance that some people have the same abilities.

[ And a chance everyone gets a special one. He isn’t sure yet. He pockets his coin. ]

… It’s quiet here.

[ No system messages coming up every once in while, no sense of being watched so closely by the stars above. Even if the Watchers can listen in, this is the most privacy they’ve ever had.

In some ways, the scenarios were convenient in alerting the possible danger ahead, though not all of it. It doesn’t make much difference in the end. ]

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It likely won't come up unless it becomes an issue.

[ so for now, that's the end of that! a light hum sounds as he looks up to the sky. ]

We do technically have Watchers, just probably not the same as the Star Stream. Or maybe it is? There's no saying what the one in charge is doing. [ he already knows Joonghyuk confirmed that they could be listening but that doesn't mean he needs to mention it. instead, he can sound blissfully unaware. ]

..It's a bit frustrating. This situation.

[malewife]

I don’t feel the presence of the Star Stream despite how we can bleed stories.

[ It’s strange to him. They finally reach the cafe and this is where is pulls out a knife. It’s offered to Dokja. ]

Here.

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Stories are a part of us by now. Even if the Star Stream isn't here, it still technically exists.

[ At least, that's his reason for them being able to bleed stories. ]

Hm? Ah. [ He takes it, turning it in hand before he brings a small cloth to wrap around it and tuck it in his jacket. ] Thanks, probably best to have something on hand assuming something's happened.

[ With what the song implies... ]

[malewife]

In case someone attacks you, too.

[ At least Dokja can stab maybe once? Since they’re here, Joonghyuk gestures with a hand wave for him to sit anywhere.

He’s gonna go to the kitchen, though Niah stays here to watch Dokja. ]

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I'll probably get at least some damage in.

[ Before he, y'know, probably succumbs to his death.

Dokja sits at the first gesture, Jin who drops to laze around with an easy stretch. However, the reader's eyes drop to Niah. ... ... Pspspsp. ]

[malewife]

[ Niah looks at him, looking rather indignant, but does come closer. Joonghyuk is just cooking in the kitchen, aw ye. ]

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[ Aw ye, pspsp. It's okay he isn't going to taboo touch even if he considers it for a moment, out of habit of fluffing or hugging Biyoo. But this is technically Yoo Joonghyuk's soul, instead of whatever animal it currently is, and the bells of taboo ring when he so much as considers.

Seems Dokja's curiosity shows in his own daemon, the fox pushing up to bump against the other daemon akin to a cat coddling it. When the reader speaks, it's quiet, as if speaking only to the daemon. ] I'd hope you have more of Yoo Joonghyuk's self-restraint. Keep an eye on him, yes?

[malewife]

[ Niah only looks at him with his amber eyes and doesn't do much. Daemons can't speak, but maybe Dokja can sense some reassurance (but how much reassurance is that when it's Joonghyuk's own soul). However, he also picks up the artic fox like a toy.

Joonghyuk comes back, not paying attention to the daemons, and drops a plate. It's omurice with ketchup on the top. Dokja's favorite, apparently. ]

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[ Well, Dokja isn't surprised he gets no response, but so long as Niah understands. He sits up and doesn't seem to particularly mind when the arctic fox is plucked up. Jin merely squeaks and dangles like a pup being held.

When the plate sets down, Dokja looks up away from the daemons. Though before he offers any gratitude he pauses, staring at the food. He doesn't seem overly offended or bothered by it. Curious? Taken aback? ] ..Why omurice?