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dungeon

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Who 🍰 owen & frenemies
What 🍬 area explores, depressing conversations, quests???
When 🍭 August
Where 🍫 Lumina Cloth, et cetera
Content Warnings 🥧 Owen, discussions of suicide/suicidial ideation, violence & death, potentially other things that will be updated as needed.

Wildcard me! This will also be where I put open prompts, should I write any unrelated to the event. I might also add more top levels in the body! Hooray! Feel free to hit me on the plotting post, or on discord and plurk, both

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I've only been there the once.

[He absolutely knows the way! Hien can just think he's directionally challenged, though. That's not his business.

He's... surprised that Hien is actually leading him, though. Weird. Maybe he feels bad for what happened last time? It seems absolutely preposterous, though. Hien doesn't seem like the kind of person who feels a lot of guilt or regret for what he does, at least for things like being obnoxious to people in an MMO.

There's probably something else. Maybe he wants to PK Owen and thinks the guild are a nice, private place that Owen offered up on a silver platter. That seems more likely.

Ah, well. He'll just make the most of this little jaunt, then.]

I'm surprised you joined, though. It doesn't seem very... professional.

I never said that I was professional. That's your own fault for placing such expectations on me.

[ He continues to walk ahead and not turning to face Owen. He seems like his usual self through the snark and such. "A duty to help the players," sure, sure. Whatever works. ]

Are you not worried about job security?

[Because, like... they could just fire him for his attitude and the whole not actually doing his job thing...]

Is there a reason you won't look at me? Already saw everything you wanted to?

If I'm done, I'm done.

[ He does not have respect for himself nor his work... is the vibe that Owen can probably sense. Hien really is just like this, huh. ]

And I don't need to look at you to guide you to the guild.

Do you have a backup plan?

[Probably not. He probably has no plans at all, and will figure out what to do when it needs to get done.

Which... fair. It's probably not the smartest move, but it's fair.]

You should stay a while. I think there might be some interesting things in the guild I haven't gotten to take a look at yet.

I don't have one.

[ Though he pauses speaking for a few seconds while still walking. Walk, walk, walk. ]

... Alright, even if it's just towers and darkness and all.

[It’s so weird… Hien what happened to you…]

Well, there are also the private rooms.

[He doesn’t think Hien’s decorating would be all that great, though… He’s probably just left it default, if he’s bothered to buy one.]

Are you in a good mood today?

[ He hasn't bought one, actually. Maybe later, but now? No. He's right that Hien's room would be sparsely decorated. Man doesn't know how to decorate or furnish a room properly to save his life. ]

No.

[ When is he ever. He grumbles. ]

Why would I be?

You’re just being awfully agreeable for once, is all.

[It’s incredibly suspicious.]

And I know you don’t like me enough to actually want to be in my company.

[Who would?]

I don't like anyone, yet here I am, surrounded by all of you. Don't pretend that I suddenly have a choice.

[ Hien may be agreeable regarding actions, but he still has that banter with him. His words have always been like that, after all. He's just mean and biting.

But they eventually arrive to where Telophoroi is. ]

Here we are. Good enough of an escort for you?

[Buddy you could have just said no… says local man who has no idea he has the power of coercion right now.]

Why did you get a job that involves interacting people, then?

[Geez. Anyways. He looks at Telophoroi, then back at Hien.]

…Why don’t you come in and try to relax a little? It seems like you need it.

[ Hien bites back a sigh and just walks inside the tower-like building to the @.home. The decorations are so... Hien would rather not be here, but he feels like he has to be here. ]

I didn't choose to work here.

What, was it the only place that would hire you?

[At least this is before the acquisition of Fandaniel’s wife so they don’t have a plush staring at them…]

[ He shrugs. That was not a command, so he won't answer because he doesn't want to. But he also doesn't know what to do now since he's here. Does Owen have a private room? Does he sit on the floor? Just stand there? How should he relax? He really doesn't know.

All that translates to Hien staring at some corner of the wallpaper like it offended his very existence. ]

[Well, that’s not worrying or ominous at all.

Is this… the blessing of the dungeon…? Time to test it out and see if there’s any limits to it. Owen sits on one of the ridiculous chairs, crossing his legs and staring at Hien.]

Hey, come sit down right here.

[On the ground, like a dog.]

[ He looks so done with this, but he goes to sit on the ground next to Owen anyway and just gracelessly plops onto the floor. He's used to sitting on floors. It's fine.

But now that he's actually sitting, it feels like he can relax a little bit, so his shoulders get a little less tense. ]

[Well, it seems like his hunch was right. It is a bit of a relief to see some of the tension leave Hien’s shoulders, but he’s not thinking about that.

He reaches out without thinking about much at all, really, brushing his fingers through Hien’s hair.]

I think I like you better when you’re doing whatever you want, but this is interesting.

[ Is PvP enabled here, because Hien swiftly turns his head to bite that hand. That's going to be a very heavy chomp if that connects. ]

What are you doing...?

[ He hasn't heard of anything like this? Hello??? ]

[The chomp won't stop him because pain has never been a good deterrent to Owen.]

I'm touching your hair?

[What does it seem like he's doing?????]

[ Hien lets go of Owen's hand. Maybe he didn't enable pain sensors? He doesn't know that pain is ineffective on Owen. But he gets up and grabs Owen's head to slam it on the backrest of the strange chair. ]

Don't try to control me.

[ He nearly snarls it out. ]

[Ah. He’s really pissed off Hien, hasn’t he?]

Is it really “trying” if you’ll do whatever I tell you? You’re helpless right now.

[Owen’s going to die.]

Interesting, how this game works.

[ Whatever has happened in the past has just flown out the window, because Hien is pissed. He could just leave and try not to hear whatever Owen says. The head admin being affected by the things that can hit the players just adds insult to injury of whatever strange pride he has.

The hand lets go of Owen's head, but Hien just kicks it back, slamming his heel on the side of Owen's head, pressing it onto the backrest. ]

[Well, that hurts. Quite a bit, actually, and Owen can’t hold back a hiss from the pain.

Still, he’s not afraid of whatever will happen next. What’s the worst that can happen? He spends twenty minutes knocked out? That’s just a minor inconvenience.]

You’re such a brute.

[he is allergic to shutting up]

Will you feel better if you let all your aggression out?

[If he told Hien to stop, he’d have to listen. He knows this. But it’s… not as entertaining as seeing Hien like this.]

[ Hien would certainly think so. He'd definitely feel better if he was violent to Owen right now. Just, really. What was it about Owen that keeps making him feel aggressive?

...

He can't fool himself into ignorance. ]

And what are you—a masochist?

[ He heard that hiss and digs his heel further into Owen's head. ]

I - ah - have a high pain tolerance.

[He's not going to just admit that! Be reasonable, Hien.

Though this is getting to be a bit much.]

It's not like you're the first man who's tried to hurt me.