It was...amazing. More than amazing. I might want you to give me some advice, sometime.
I didn't come back with a lot of my memories, unfortunately...maybe you can help me remember a few things. Well, a lot of things, really. Everything is familiar, but I can't tell just why. If you've got time sometime, you want to meet for food?
Would tomorrow work for you? I think we used to meet at the Hog's Head, but like everything else, I'm not sure. I hope you can tell me some of what's been going on, while I've been gone.
The next day, Gogo sat at one of the (pretty grubby) tables in the Hog's Head, waiting for Devi. It was a little before noon: she'd been trained to be polite, after all, and she knew that being late was only polite if you were very, very important. (Or something like that. She'd preferred the part of her training that focused on which bits to aim various pointy things at, and hadn't paid too much attention to decorum.)
The bartender had looked at her funny when she'd asked for something that tasted of durian, so she'd not ordered anything at all, merely sat back down to glower at him as only sociopathic Japanese schoolgirls can glower.
Devi-san had only killed two people before. Maybe she wouldn't feel very comfortable in a bloody room. The politest thing to do was just wait.
Faulty though her memory might be, Devi had found her way to the Hog's Head with little trouble. She'd started off the day in a relatively foul mood--she'd been fighting with Sickness again, but through sheer effort of stubborn willpower had managed to shut the voice up for now.
The bar was familiar, which was nice--she hadn't forgotten what the inside of it looked like, at least. Making her way across the sticky floor she ordered a rum and Coke, and spent the next five minutes trying to explain the concept of 'Coke' to the barman. She finally wound up with as close an approximation as he could give her, and she carried the somewhat grimy mug over to Gogo's table.
"Hi," she said, setting the cup and her pack down. Her long-standing paranoia hadn't yet adjusted to her new, relatively nonviolent existence, and the pack contained several cans of mace, a knife, and a sawed-off cricket bat. Like a good Boy Scout, she'd left the grounds prepared.
Gogo watched Devi's difficulties with the barman, smiling as she sat down. "Hello, Devi-san. They didn't have the drink I wanted either." The fact that Gogo's current favourite drink was one invented by a fellow student didn't come into this at all, of course. "Are you well?"
"I'm not sure they'd know a decent drink here if it bit them on the ass," Devi said, taking an experimental sip--the alcohol was cheap, but not as bad as she'd been expecting. "I've been...weird. Good, but weird."
A small, unconscious grin crossed her face as she recalled some of the 'good'. "What've you been doing, since I was...gone?"
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Training sessions? Apart from the trip to McDonald's, we didn't really...
Oh!
How was it, then? ^_^
And it's nice you're back.
Love,
Gogo x
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It was...amazing. More than amazing. I might want you to give me some advice, sometime.
I didn't come back with a lot of my memories, unfortunately...maybe you can help me remember a few things. Well, a lot of things, really. Everything is familiar, but I can't tell just why. If you've got time sometime, you want to meet for food?
yours,
Devi
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I wouldn't mind giving advice. I haven't been doing a lot lately.
That would be nice. When?
Love,
Gogo x
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Would tomorrow work for you? I think we used to meet at the Hog's Head, but like everything else, I'm not sure. I hope you can tell me some of what's been going on, while I've been gone.
yours,
Devi
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The bartender had looked at her funny when she'd asked for something that tasted of durian, so she'd not ordered anything at all, merely sat back down to glower at him as only sociopathic Japanese schoolgirls can glower.
Devi-san had only killed two people before. Maybe she wouldn't feel very comfortable in a bloody room. The politest thing to do was just wait.
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The bar was familiar, which was nice--she hadn't forgotten what the inside of it looked like, at least. Making her way across the sticky floor she ordered a rum and Coke, and spent the next five minutes trying to explain the concept of 'Coke' to the barman. She finally wound up with as close an approximation as he could give her, and she carried the somewhat grimy mug over to Gogo's table.
"Hi," she said, setting the cup and her pack down. Her long-standing paranoia hadn't yet adjusted to her new, relatively nonviolent existence, and the pack contained several cans of mace, a knife, and a sawed-off cricket bat. Like a good Boy Scout, she'd left the grounds prepared.
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A small, unconscious grin crossed her face as she recalled some of the 'good'. "What've you been doing, since I was...gone?"
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