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( identifiers: luke castellan | ophiotaurus | αλεπού (the fox) | george and martha through luke castellan || LOCKET + COMPASS )

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[rues]

[ too bad for him, clarisse isn't going away — as annoyed as she might be, she's just as stubborn, and she knows that's why they clash so badly sometimes. neither one of them wants to give up, so they keep pushing and pushing until eventually someone has to give. but where they used to butt heads about the gods or the war or anything else back home, now it's usually over petty shit — and while that might be a step up from arguing about who was right about nearly bringing olympus to its knees, it still doesn't seem like much has changed, they've just changed focus. ]

[ flatly, ] Right, you do that. I'll take that as a yes, then? [ because, really, she doesn't care to carry on with all this sarcasm, even if that is basically luke's native tongue; she just wants a straight answer, yes or no. all this beating around the bush is pointless when simply beating the bush is much more effective. ]

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[marred]

[ he doesn't really want to say yes — being reduced to a taxi service for a few days isn't how he wishes to spend his new year. but being in the company of cows, especially one that often tries to fill out the equivalent of an okcupid profile for him isn't how he wishes to spend his time, either. stuck between two rocks with no escape out, he figures at least he'll be able to spend some time with the dogs. ]

You try anything and I'm dumping you in a volcano.

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[rues]

[ she almost asks what volcano? but then she vaguely remembers seeing one on the map in lancelot's study. it's a stupid question, anyway, because luke knows this terrain better than she does, right? she'd think he would know if there was a volcano. but ... that's really not the point. she's not going to try anything. this is a quest for ridire, she's not going to do anything as stupid as pissing luke off and fucking the whole thing up. ]

I'll keep that in mind. Meet me in the bailey tomorrow morning, 9 AM. [ she hesitates, unsure if she's capable of saying what he probably isn't expecting to hear, from her of all people. ] And ... thanks. [ mostly in case she forgets to say it later. she looks slightly uncomfortable having said it at all, because it's still something she's not entirely used to, but with a curt nod afterwards, she disconnects the feed and leaves it at that. ]