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[Icon is actually somewhat relevant, as Rita is at work at Hymns of Lorelei--in uniform, of course.]
Man, what kind of emperor designs outfits like this?
[That's all she mutters, noticing that she's needed at a table, so off she goes~
ooc: 4th walling and/or actionspam are gogogo! Late replies, though, due to actual work.]
Man, what kind of emperor designs outfits like this?
[That's all she mutters, noticing that she's needed at a table, so off she goes~
ooc: 4th walling and/or actionspam are gogogo! Late replies, though, due to actual work.]
Once shown to his seat, he considers the menu. Better than staring at the uniforms, which are cute.]
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And hey, she doesn't actually know he ever left the City in the first place.]
Ready to order?
[As professional as possible. Maybe he won't recognize her.]
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[Looking up beyond his menu, Uryuu pauses, blinking with surprise. He pushes at his glasses, out of reflex.]
Rita-san?
[A job is a job, of course, and he hadn't known her well enough to say how she would feel about the uniform. He recovers.]
Miso mackerel stew, please.
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Yeah, that's me. And you're Uryuu.
[Since he never gave off the vibe of a jerk, she's not overly defensive. But it's still awkward.]
...Anything else?
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A glass of water. Thank you.
[Polite, because even if it's cool to be a jerk, it's not cool to be a jerk to one's server. He offers the menu.]
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Coming right up.
[She accepts the menu and scurries off to pass on the order, which will be ready shortly. In the meantime, she brings him a plain glass of water with a few ice cubes. No fancy lemon slices or anything.]
...So, you decided to come outside since your plan failed?
[Curiosity about what he's been up to gets the better of her. It's not like she actually dislikes him, anyway, or else she'd do her best to ignore him.]
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I did leave during that time. I'd trained, and gone to work. However... today, I'm visiting.
[It isn't said smugly. It's a strange thing.]
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[Confusion is written pretty obviously on her face, but something about the other part bothers her too.]
How can you be just visiting?
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This is your first curse of this kind, of course. Every couple of months, a curse repeats in which there are hundreds, even thousands more people. From every world, some possessing knowledge of our worlds. I recommend not looking at anything they attempt to show you. They only stay for a day, at most two, after which point the city returns, as it always does, to how it was.
[He doesn't really mind explaining, since tl;dr is his thing.]
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Seriously? Either you were pretty lucky, or there was something special about the explosion. What caused it, anyway?
[As for the second part, this is the first she's heard of such a curse. She frowns in disbelief for a moment, then sighs and crosses her arms. Part of her thinks it's pretty sad when she can actually accept this kind of exlpanation for something, but being in the City for a while sort of does that.]
That explains why it's so much busier than normal...And it even brings people back who've left, like you? I don't know if you're just lucky you're not stuck here again or not.
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I don't believe in luck. It is a matter of randomness, of chance.
[Much as the City would like him to, even so far as introducing him to Fortune's son. The severity of his tone eases.]
...If I did, however, I would think it lucky. But, if I did, my "luck" would be such that I would be back here in less than a month.
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...Still, it's kind of sad that you spent all that time avoiding contact for your own experiment, then you leave almost right after you give up.
[His change in tone is noticeable but doesn't register with her as something important or worth pursuing.]
Probably, knowing this place. Someone in charge sure likes toying with us, so they might do that just to mess with you.
[Optimism was...never her thing.]
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I suppose that would make it ironic.
[It was, in a way, ironic. Dryly now, because he agrees completely; a realist through and through.]
If history repeats itself, as it always does, then that scenario is inevitable. Perhaps I'll forget again.
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With the way the City seems to work, and ignore time, everyone probably visits more times than they could count...
[A short moment of contemplation passes before she continues.]
Would you want to forget?
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[Immediate and firm; his answer is mostly a lie, and mostly the truth. His hand moves more out of habit to adjust his glasses.]
I've enough to think about in my world without the thus far unanswerable problem of whether this place might, at random, cause every world to end. It's enough to address the local threat. Further, it seems impractical and futile to make and value friendships with people whom, upon returning, I will never see again. To remember would make it that much more [difficult] irritating. I have little use as is for the bonds I have in my world.
[That last an absolute lie.]
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[She's lying a bit herself, but doesn't deny it as much as she would have a year ago.
The soup is soon ready, which she leaves to collect, though she returns quickly and sets it in front of him.]
Anyway, I'd meant it in more of a practical way. If you forget and end up coming back, you'll have to learn everything about the City over again.
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