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I was busy not winning on the roller derby. It was an interesting game and very destructive. It would be nice to alter them so they weren't quite so nosy and extreme. There are plenty of illegal activities I could be doing if they weren't around to make this vacation in Deerington a lot shorter. Was it? Coming from you who knows all about magic?

Oh, you and that demon man both. He was tearing it apart all too happily. Pity I haven't seen him around lately.

I know much about magic, but if I've learned one thing in this place, it is that I do not know its full limits and I do not know everything. There are far more forms and powers than I ever thought possible.

Are you talking about Lucifer? Or some other demon? That's rather modest of you, especially since this place keeps getting the upper hand on you. Are you still thinking that Sodder will require elimination, or has the new memories changed your opinion?

Hellboy actually. The one with the stone arm. I believe he is gone at this time, however.

I'm keeping all options open. She may need rescuing, or she may need to be putout of her misery, but I think we need to be certain of our method first.

My mistake this last time, Reaper, was trusting someone that I had every reason to trust, but who was brain addled at the time and being clever with me. Rather than smear their name, I'll spare them. They caught me by surprise.

They do come and go so often these days. Hard to keep track. We need more information before we go storming the lab. Who knows what we will find when we finally infiltrate. You're too trusting then. Stop putting your back to anyone, and you might survive better. One might say that being friendly makes one open for higher death count here.

At times.

Agreed. I'm not unwilling if she requires that mercy, but I also don't want to 'jump the gun' as it were.

Perhaps. I won't even say that you're wrong, Reaper. But I think we both know that it's a risk I'm much more likely than you to take, even if it causes far more mundane problems at times.

Jumping the gun is a good way to take a bullet. I will look more deeply into these 'valves' that you've spoken of. You are far more likable and social, yes. I imagine being at your age, the drama is entertaining rather than ridiculous. Besides, weren't you seeking a date? How did that work out for you? No details as I need to remain pure of heart.

Complicated, awkward and unpleasant, but I think I'm in deep enough that escaping isn't wise until I get through what I'm dealing with right now. It's like walking through a minefield, blindfolded, having first been told to turn left when I should have turned right, and now at least one person is shouting recommendations at me.

I honestly would have cut my losses if both people involved in this morass were not truly worth caring about. But, they are, so here I am. Stuck and a bit confused.

As all actual dating is from what I can recall all that time ago. It's amazing the human race manages to persist with how legitimately terrible the minefield of interpersonal relationships actually is. My heart is black and withered. I would be interested in further details, if only to enjoy your suffering of being between a rock and a hard place. Deets or I won't believe you.

This is worse than average, believe me. I may have grossly misinterpreted the things two people said to me in the past.

I will trust you with these "Details" you so crave on the condition, and the sole condition that our conversation does not leave the two of us. It is already bad enough as is, and while I have suspicions about your advice under the circumstances, I do actually trust you quite a bit, fool that I am. But I do not want you to speak to either of them, or to anyone else on the matter.

Or I will see just how much electrical current it takes to separate every bit of that mist form you so love using. Slowly. Are we clear?

That is very, very foolish. Didn't we just have a conversation about you trusting people too readily and it earning you more deaths in this place? But fine, I cross my heart and hope to... be happy as punishment if I spill your secrets. Depending on the people involved, I may speak to them on occasion, but your name will not be brought up. However, if they bring you up naturally in the course of conversation, I will speak of what I know of you but not details you have divulged to me. Don't flirt with me either.

I have no intention of stopping flirting with you, Reaper. I just don't mean anything by it, so let's settle on "Don't flirt with me Seriously." And if Maggie tries to set you up with me, be nice to her. She's a silly young thing, and she means well. But, since I haven't heard of her untimely death I assume she hasn't actually done anything foolish in that regard and has forgotten. Her attention span isn't always the finest.

Ahem. Yes. You are off the table. This is not about you. we've crossed that bridge, and I know where we stand.

But you are already well acquainted with Max and Chloe, I assume. This isn't a large city, Reaper, and I know about your past with at least one of them. You had to have run into the other since then.

I've become more than a bit taken with Max, reaper. And not in my little 'romp in the hay' escapades when I first got here. I have been trying to figure out how to ask her out for months, but this madness we're surrounded by doesn't exactly make it easy, and Chloe came banging on my door just the other night, demanding to know why I was flirting with Max.

The conversation was almost predictably horrible on both ends.

[He's not sure he should be offended or bemused by the response. Vira-Lorr, you old cougar.]

I don't believe that I've had conversations with a Maggie before. She's either avoiding me or you've done well to warn her off of me. Either way, we will continue with our oddly diplomatic relationship. I have met both of them, shot one, saved both of them on numerous occasions. I'm aware of many of their idiotic pitfalls as well given our conversations. So yes, I'm aware of the quagmire you just threw yourself head first in when it comes to those two. Let me guess... Chloe is upset you've taken to Max, but she's also not in a place where she can commit herself and thus have Max for herself. Max, being the Queen of Personal Avoidance, has probably not seen the signs as well as she thinks she has and thus makes things worse without meaning to?

[This whole interpersonal drama is so good, he's even reading it out loud to his dog, so she too can revel in it. Look, he has no one else to share this with anymore.]

Something close to that. But not quite. I think Chloe was under the effects of something, because she was unusually blunt even for her. She said things about me that were not exactly false, but they were definitely the worst construction. I rounded right back at her, and for the moment I don't think we're speaking. I have a few regrets over what I said, but I don't think I was wrong either.

They're not being entirely fair to each other, or to anyone else who might get caught in the mix. Part of Chloe is upset because she doesn't want me to try and sleep with Max casually, which is fair, and because she wants Max for herself, which is only fair if Max wants her in turn. Max may, or Max may want something back with Chloe that she can never ever have, and if it's the latter that's not fair either.

And the gods only know, she's probably shot her mouth off to Max and I should expect an angry phone call one of these days from her as well. The worst part is, for all the idiocy of this situation? I'm still interested in Max, and I still do care about Chloe, whatever she thinks of me right now. If they ended up together, I would probably back off completely for both their sakes, but if Max is pointedly not with Chloe, I don't think I'm wrong in at least offering one day.

I just want to see her smile once, the way I'm sure she can when she's not constantly avoiding her feelings all the time and trying to be stronger than everyone else. And maybe I'm selfish enough to want her to smile about me that way.

This wouldn't surprise me. She self-medicates to cope as far as I can tell, so it would be reasonable that she was on something to steel her spine. She's also heavily protective of Max, especially after watching her die. You aren't wrong. You've made your intentions clear and known, even if you were specific with a name with me. If Chloe and Max don't form a relationship of that order together, they are fair game to be pursued by others as far as I'm concerned. Their immaturity in being unable to sort their own history and feelings out aren't your fault. Have you spoken to Max about your intentions yet? Or has this mess forced you to lay on the down low?

This felt more like a curse. Her nose was bleeding and she had severe headaches when she held back. I think she felt compelled to bang on my door, or she might not have at all. The protectiveness, though, is quite real and normal.

I haven't dared. I'm terrified of what might happen right now, and with this world torn to nightmarish shreds I had planned to wait until we had a moment's peace. Baring that, I intend to speak to her after Halloween. When hopefully at east this nightmare town is back to its normal horrible state.

If she calls me first, we'll talk sooner. I don't want to hurt either of them, but I don't think pain is something anyone can avoid in this, even if I weren't involved and trying to get Max's interest. I think every step is actually a land mine, Reaper.

(OOC: Funny story, Reaper. Max won't probably try calling Vira until she is dead, and Chloe's dead right afterwards, so... nobody's talking to anybody before All Saints.)

Is that so? She never banged on my door, but then again, I'm not certain she knows where I live. Or she has no reason to. I suppose it is best to air that kind of dirty laundry now rather than let you put your foot in it entirely. You're an idiot for waiting. The better you get this out in the open, the faster you will have a resolution. Right now, it's all fear and anxiety, and that will make you slow on your feet. Can't have you dying again, now can we? The nightmares of this place never stop. You'll be waiting forever if you think they will. You could save yourself the pain and agony and move on to someone else. I would offer to be your wingman on such endeavors, but it's been decades and I'm more likely to threaten someone into dating you.

[OOC: Don't be mad he kills Chloe.]

I am not actually interested in anyone else. I want something different than I usually want. I don't want to sleep with her or just some casual fling. Ok, that's not entirely true. I'm attracted to her, so yes. I want that, but I want something more. If I move on, it'll only be after I know this door is closed to me. Max is actually a very special girl, Reaper.

You're right though. I've been a fool for waiting three months through memory issues, Domes and this madness. It will never stop being terrible here. The 'peace' I pretend I want is an excuse not to ask because I'm not asking for what I usually ask, and I'm honestly worried that Chloe's right and that someone like me doesn't have any business asking her, someone who's been as casual about sex as I've been. And maybe she just said that because she was angry and hurt and I was threatening to take Max's heart even if my odds aren't great, but it doesn't mean I haven't thought that. I spent months working in as a prostitute, Reaper. And I don't regret the choices I make, but the affect how I think of myself. Am I the type of girl who can settle down, stop chasing after flings or the 'perfect man' and choose someone who's just special?

I will talk to her. I promise. But I have to help Allura first. I have to find a way to get through to her and to Chara, before they hurt themselves. Romance can't take precedence over that.

(OOC: HAHAHA yeah I know. It's a mercy. She fixed Allura right after Allura axes Vira. It's hilarious timing.)

My God, you're actually serious about this girl. No wonder you're hesitating, what with Chloe being a bitch about it. As long as you are admitting that it's excuses and not you waiting for a peak time. There is no optimal time to ask someone to date you, so you may as well find an opportunity to grab it both hands. I can't believe I'm going to have to do this. I feel filthy and I haven't even typed yet, but pay attention. I'm only typing this once, and know that I don't care about your interpersonal nonsense aside from reveling in the drama of it. Still, here is real advice: Chloe isn't right. Chloe can't currently tell her ass from a hole in the ground. She's a mess, and anything that might pretain to relationship advice is actually shit spewing from between her lips. She wouldn't know what she wanted if it was tattooed backwards on her forehead, so her opinion on this matter is literally sabotage to you. Do what you want and live with the outcome. Max says yes, there you go. Max says no, there you go to. If you let someone else's opinion about the relevance of your feelings and experiences taint how you conduct yourself, I will come over there and put a bullet in your third eye.

I'm not sure how serious I am Reaper. That's the problem, and I want to find out if I actually am, and do you know that in the last century of my life I haven't actually had the time to go out on a date? I don't mean shagging in some closet somewhere, I mean a date. An actual attempt at romance?

I honestly think I've been using casual sex, casual everything, to avoid ever finding out if I cared about someone enough to be hurt by them, or to be tied down. By the time I even thought about it with Rex, he was madly in love with Dyshana.

I love Chloe, I do, but I won't let her decide if I should ask Max out. I can deal with a yes, or a no. I can cope with either answer somehow. And if she asks for a little time, I can give that. It's not like I don't have centuries to give. But I will ask. Soon.

I would say that's pathetic, but what's the saying? Don't throw stones at glass houses. It seems to me that you being interested in Max enough to be so considerate of her feelings and that of Chloe and timing and all that other nonsense means you're actually interested. This is Deerington. If you stay here long enough, every single person will hurt you on some level. Tied down might also become literal. Be careful what you wish for. Ask her out and get it over with. You'll have your answer. I will be checking in on this soon.

[Honestly, because he's nosy. No one gives him good gossip anymore.]

Give me just a little time but I will.

Alright, I need a rest from this. My life is maddening enough, and I need to figure out how to deal with Chara before they hurt themselves and someone else. I'll be in touch, Reaper.

Good. I will be checking in. Chara? What has that strange child done this time?

Nothing to worry about. I have this covered, Reaper. I'll speak to you again soon.

I can't say that I am worried. Don't die.

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