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[peacetaker]

[Oh hey the kid.] Heartburn is a dangerous medical condition. [She pulls out a pocket mirror and touches up her makeup.]

[obedient]

Sexy women are always dangerous, but well worth the risk. [he will just hold the wall up now] So, do you make that kind of entrance just for the Deep Ones or do you go after the churches, too?

[peacetaker]

'Go after'? I'm an opera singer. I'm meant to be sought. [She says as she straightens her clothes once and all. She glances over Kida.] But I consider the churches and the political leaders among the same sorts.

[obedient]

And with a set of lungs like yours I'm sure you're busy all day fending off potential suitors. Unfortunately for me, I'm not a sensuous opera singer, I'm only a charming brat left to pursue everyone earnestly, no matter what rejection might be waiting in the wings. I'm sure if I had an instructor with your valuable assets though, I could learn to be sought after, too. Ah, but until then I'm going after those Dagon guys. Would you be willing to tutor an aspiring fan or at least throw in a few tips?

[peacetaker]

[Irene ponders this. It could be a trap. But also she could definitely kill Kida so is that really likely or even a problem?] And they call us Americans forwards. [She waves a hand to the mess that is behind her.] It's the same technique most of the time. Bring as many together as possible and then make your attempt. It lacks a certain... precision, but it's somewhere to start.

[obedient]

My success rate is shown to triple the more forward I am. If I try to pick up every girl I meet, I have that much more of a chance of scoring. It's mathematically proven. [he glances back at it for a second, before returning his attention to Irene] I bet a girl like you can spot a weakness a mile away. Blowing things up is one thing, doing that and really hitting them where it hurts is something else entirely. I was thinking that's where your special guidance would be really helpful.

[peacetaker]

There is benefit in speaking around a thing, but not, I think, in a language that I have only learned second-hand. Who is it you're trying to kill?

[obedient]

[serious for a moment] I'm not looking to kill this person, I just want to remove them from power. The best way for me to do that is to attack their support structure. Would you be able to help me and keep the death count low?

[a pause, and then smiling and shrugging and bubbly again] Anyway, sometimes leaving an enemy alive and walking sends more of a message than a corpse ever would.

[peacetaker]

[She sighs a little.] I think you had better explain the whole situation.

[obedient]

There's a new sect growing in Dagon. The person that's their leader is going overboard with his new power. I'm hoping that having it all fall apart will be a wake up call for him. [he also sighs] He's a friend of mine, and I just want to get him out of there and away from those people. It's pretty selfish, but I figure we all have selfish motives underneath it all. The least we can do is help each other out when we have similar goals.

[peacetaker]

Ryuugamine Mikado? [She smiles lightly.] Even monsters do pillow talk. [Irene seems to think about this.] Are you certain insurgency is the wisest path for that?

[obedient]

[he's startled that she knows, but then he just nods, because you know what, he will not be surprised by anyone knowing all the things anymore] Maybe you could take me back to your place right now and we could get to work on that pillow talk. We could start with something along the lines of what you think would work better.

[peacetaker]

That's not a very good idea if you're going to be an insurgent. I'll make a costume change and we can go on a walk.

[obedient]

If you need a costume change, I'll be happy to help.

[peacetaker]

[Oh flirts.] I've learned to manage on my own. [They stop at an unremarkable and empty building. Irene enters one room, and it takes her hardly any time at all to reappear in men's clothes. UNLIKE IN RITCHIEVERSE, SHE ACTUALLY PASSES AS A BOY, THANK YOU.] Do you like seafood? I'm getting hungry.

[obedient]

[whatever, he hangs out with Lion, girls dressed as dudes is no big thing] Are you treating?

[peacetaker]

Of course. I'm American, not ill-mannered.

[obedient]

My deepest apologies if I said something offensive. If I could I would decorate myself in the stars and stripes to make up for any insult I may have cast towards you or your spectacular country. I would stand as tall as the Statue of Liberty and twice as proud, and shout all your virtues for the entire world to hear. I would offer a five star - no a galaxy of stars salute to you and America and whatever else you would command.

So, in this spirit of international admiration, I'll propose an alliance of nations, as we both stand on foreign soil, oceans away from our homes.

[peacetaker]

I wonder if you even know what you said. [But she opens the door to a busy, more low-class establishment, and grabs them a table.]

[obedient]

Not really, I just thought it sounded impressive. [he starts looking over the menu] I'm surprised they're all right with us eating seafood still. What if they accidentally served us deep friend Deep Ones?

[peacetaker]

It would be very unfortunate. [No. it would be hilarious. She hands him a menu.] There are Japanese dishes if you like them better. I think I'm going to have fried calamari.

[obedient]

Any dish is delicious when I get to share it with a sexy lady. [even if you look like a boy now, you still count as a hot chick, Irene] Those poor Deep Ones. You really do have an appetite for them and their relatives.

[peacetaker]

Are you saying you're fond of them?

[obedient]

It seems you've uncovered my deepest darkest secret. I'm working on creating a new society, People for the Ethical Treatment of Deep Sea Monsters from Space.