BEAU

[voidbreaker]

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[ she sticks her tongue out at him. ]

I'm not sulking. [ nyehhh ] Did you have something you wanna chat about?

[voidbreaker]

You were.

Not specifically. But I guess now I'm here -- have you broken the rules and told anyone your powers yet?

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[ she brushes herself off to stand, at least. she wobbles. slightly. she's tipsy, okay. ]

Yep. [ of course she has ] I've told three people so I can't like, tell you mine right now. But. Have you told anybody?

[voidbreaker]

Don't worry, I'm not fishing for deets as much as just generally asking. And no, I haven't.

You had any of these "consequences" yet?

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Nope. I talked to Heart about it. They said the way I'm going about it, nobody's going to get fucked over.

[ she sighs. ] Are you planning on telling anybody? You might wanna keep it to yourself, honestly.

[voidbreaker]

Dunno. Doesn't help us narrow stuff down if we don't share it a bit, does it?

[ but, man. fuck consequences. ]

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I was gonna say it makes it easier to figure out who did murders, if a handful of people know who has what, but like. There's consequences even for people telling other people's secrets.

It's a whole fucking headache.

[voidbreaker]

There’s gotta be some way around it. Like... fuck. You can’t solve the crimes without knowing what we’re working with, but we also can’t tell anyone because it might screw us over.

It’s messed up.

[disreguarded]

Sure fucking is. When is it not.

[ she shoves her hands in her pockets. ] Hey. Walk with me. I need water.

[voidbreaker]

[ hrrrrrggggggggggh fine he’ll stand. ]

Trying to stave off a hangover before you get it?

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Yep. [ she is clumsy, as she straightens and starts walking. ] I'm supposed to go running in the morning. I gotta, uh.

I gotta not be hungover.

[voidbreaker]

You started a running club?

[ and she drank the night before? beau you fool. ]

Very get-up-and-go of you.

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[ she snortlaughs. ]

Not - really, but I'm gonna teach some kids how to, like... fight. [ she elbows him. ] Running is part of it.

[voidbreaker]

[ oho. ]

Who?

There are a lot of people who seem ready to fight, or learn to here. Maybe we need to start a club.

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Fuck, I would love a club. [ she says fervently. a beat. ] I'm teaching Natalie. She's the best. Little brat.

[ she says it so fondly. ]

[voidbreaker]

... Oh yeah. She's mouthy, that's pretty fun.

I taught the Princess how to throw a punch and topple a guy, so that was fun. And Chatterbox'll fight you if you ask, he's pretty good.

[ ... shit. ]

We really do need a club, don't we. Akira'd join in, for sure. And a couple of the others seem like serious swordsmen too.

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Majima would be there in like, two seconds. [ huff. ] Fuck, he owes me a fight.

[ she stretches lazily as she walks. ] Maybe we should announce one. Fucking... Monday night fight club? Maybe Sunday.

[voidbreaker]

... Shit he'd be crazy in a fight. I'm pretty sure he teleports.

[ hmmmmm. ] Sunday... is that gonna be a bit too close to, y'know. Everything? Monday might not be a bad idea.

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Sunday's when I need it, usually. [ she says, with a nose wrinkle. ] But I can wait.

And you're right, motherfucker keeps me on my toes. He's also great. [ she's drunk and just going to talk about how she loves everybody, it's fine. ]

[voidbreaker]

We could just ask people what they prefer. [ that might make sense ] Then we don't have to argue back and forth about it.

Huh. [ affectionate, drunk beau ] He just stole a bunch of food when I chatted with him.

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Good idea. [ beware, ash. she's even clingier when she's intoxicated. ]

The other day he punched me as hard as he could and I fucking swear it was the best thing that happened all week. [ is she joking? maybe. ]

[voidbreaker]

We've gotta talk about which of your kinks are healthy and which need to talked out not acted out.

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[ she just dissolves into giggles, trying to cover her mouth with both hands.

and then she slaps his arm. ] Shut the fuck up. I talk about my problems way more than you do, I don't wanna hear shit.

[voidbreaker]

[ ow, the violence. ]

I don't have any problems, so I can't be judged.

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You fucking liar. [ she says, grinning. ] Everybody has problems. You just like to hide yours under seven layers, a bunch of nicknames, and flippant jokes.