The implications of an requesting a reserve at witchesreign

[mirage_diver]

Look. Mun. I'm appreciative and all; I'm happy that you want to keep me around, even if I don't understand how music has anything to do with a rekindled interest in me.

And, you know... the old me probably would've loved a world where you can throw away your memories with the help of Espers! But... that's the old me.

And you want me to show up there... right after her last words to me. Right after I got the closure I needed. After she... thanked me. And told me that she remembered.

Was it to give me a chance to forget it all? Did you even think that far into it, mun? I don't want to forget Rachel. Even if I did... without her, I wouldn't be me. Regardless of what happened, she's a part of who I am now. And it's not like Celes will be there, either...

Are you expecting me to lose someone twice like that? You can't even get me too attached to anyone there! Can't do that "relationship" thing.

Because if another woman I love forgets who I am again?

I swear. I. Will. Kill. You. Or I'll ask Sabin to do it; one of your friends has him camping out in their head, don't they?

Just... think this through, mun. Maybe taking me there isn't good for either of us.

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[king_of_figaro]

[You know it's serious when Locke's not his usual happy-go-lucky self.

... then again, it's about Rachel.]

Muns have an annoying habit of crossing lines.

[mirage_diver]

[He... got a bit carried away. This is his first time dealing with his.]

I noticed. How do you handle 'em?

[Wait. Thinking about that... most muns are female.]

...I'd prefer methods that don't involve "the ol' Figaro charm".

[king_of_figaro]

[He can't help but smirk at Locke's (not completely incorrect) assumption, but as for a serious answer, he shrugs.]

You just deal with them. They're normal people, like you and me.

[Thinks about that for a moment.]

Well. Mostly.

[mirage_diver]

...you sure? This one seems kind of messed in the head.

Not, like... Kefka-bad or anything, but he's definitely got a few screws loose.

[king_of_figaro]

Do you have a better idea? It seems like trying to make their life difficult just leads to them returning the favor.

[mirage_diver]

Yeah, actually, I do. Yours seems sane, if a bit bogged down with work.

Wanna switch?

[king_of_figaro]

Sure. You can babysit Relm for a while.

[mirage_diver]

Probably not the best idea, Ed; I'm horrible with kids.

She'd probably get an even filthier mouth.

[king_of_figaro]

As impressive as that would be, it's probably for the best that we stay put.

[mirage_diver]

Ha, guess so.

[At least you've cheered him up.]

You know anything about the place this kook's trying to send me to? Sounds like your kinda place, some sort of military school or other.

[king_of_figaro]

[What are friends for?]

Haven't heard of it. It's been a while since my mun has even considered taking me somewhere.

[mirage_diver]

[In YOUR case, Edgar? Being the less-scrupulous wingman in order to make you look more refined and desirable.]

Ah. Sounds rough. If her headspace is anything like mine, it's boring as hell and has a lot of weird talking animals in it.

[I mean, come on. There's Mog, and then there's sharing a headspace with Kyubey.]

Is it still better than being one of her regular chewtoys?

[rainbowbrush]

...Quit being so serious.

[She cares. Really. She just has a strange way of showing it.]

[mirage_diver]

...You should know by now that sometimes a guy HAS to be serious.

We can't all be like Edgar.

[rainbowbrush]

Being serious is boring.

...But Edgar is dumb.

[mirage_diver]

Yeah, well. That's one of those adult things, Relm.

Sometimes we just gotta be boring. Usually, that only happens when we aren't saving the world, though.