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[rudelanguage]

Yeah, yeahyeahyeahyeah, lemme. Lemme do it. Hhh.

[Antigone's somewhat nasally, cynical voice is back, hi.

she clears her throat.]

'Kay. I'm not talkin' to whoever's out there that already knows how annoying dealing with Fae sorts is. Everyone else? I'm doin' this to be nice. And helpful. [and on the goddamn record so no one can ever accuse Knife of not trying maybe once.

so she will spell this out slowly for ya's:] Do. Not. Give. Out. Your. Real. Name. Make a new one. Use that one. Make everyone else use it.

Got it? Get it? Good.

Don't say you weren't warned.

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[rudelanguage]

[look, she's pissy and annoyed! her own fault for offering to talk at all, and then get all verklempt about having FEELINGS about shit with other PEOPLE and yadda yadda

anyway--] Oh, hey. I remember this voice. Haha, funny. Remember that whole owning-a-person thing last time?

[herofhopeless]

I do, actually. What ever became of that?

[rudelanguage]

Not important, except for the part where fae folk can make you their slaves by binding you to them with your name.

[herofhopeless]

That is... not ideal.

[Clive will never, ever be a slave again, thank you very much.]

How far does that stretch? Is it just the name you were given at birth?

[rudelanguage]

Uh. I mean, I'm not like. An expert on this? But I'd imagine the names that are yours are what matters. Identity junk, right? Like... Yeah?

[herofhopeless]

You certainly know more than I do, so I'd trust your judgement over mine. Do you think things like nicknames or aliases previously used would count?

[rudelanguage]

I'd think it's risky. 'Cuz, like...you answer to them, right? So you've...kind of made them your name. Make sense?

[herofhopeless]

It does, yes. Ah well, what's one more alias to add to the list.

[Picking a name was going to be difficult...]

Is there anything else you know about the Fae that I should know about?

[rudelanguage]

Auh...I mean...They're weak to iron? Typically. Not the, the like...strong ones. Archfey. But. Like in general?

[herofhopeless]

[Of course there are different kinds. Why wouldn't there be?]

I'll keep that in mind. Hopefully, it won't come to us needing to defend ourselves, but 5 weeks in a place... who knows.

[Clive makes a thoughtful sound.]

Do you think the name thing works in reverse?

[rudelanguage]

[...

five...weeks...

deflated, distant:] I 'unno.

[herofhopeless]

Are you alright?

[rudelanguage]

Heheh... [Wheeeee I'm gonna dieeee.] Yeah, sure, guy.

[herofhopeless]

You don't sound like it. What's wrong?

[rudelanguage]

Haa, ha? What? Wrong? You mean besides everything about this? D-don't worry about it, guy. Can't fix this!

[herofhopeless]

I can't fix it, no, but I might be able to help make it easier to handle.

[A pause.]

I don't know if I ever introduced myself to you. I'm Clive.

[He still doesn't know you share headspace with Pending.]

[rudelanguage]

...

[...]

Guy... [sigh.] That better not be your real name, because all my advice just now...? [but she already knows. god. fuckin'...fuckin' nice people, man!]

[herofhopeless]

[It hadn't occurred to him that someone already in Etraya could be fae, but now he isn't so sure.]

Well, are you fae?

[rudelanguage]

[Bitch I might be!]

I dunno; you feel suddenly compelled to go get me lunch?

[herofhopeless]

[Hmm. Not a direct answer. Suspicious.]

Let me think.

[He makes a thoughtful noise, though he is very much joking.]

No, it doesn't seem that I do. Lunch does sound good, though.

[Now he is suddenly wondering when the last time Antigone ate was for some reason.]

[rudelanguage]

Yeah, it... it does. Shit.

[herofhopeless]

Want to go get lunch?

[rudelanguage]

Uh.

Whhhere...? Wait--why? You can just--do that on your own. Go, go do whatever!

[herofhopeless]

You're hungry, I'm hungry, we're both here. Why not go together?

[Why are you being weird about it?]

[rudelanguage]

[why are YOU being weird about it!!!!!!! you need someone to chew your food for you?! are you a bird!!??]

I--What. Why. I already told you what I know?