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>Good cop bad cop
>54, 78, 40 vs. DC 76 — Mitigated Success
"Hey," you say. "Wait a second. That's not how this works."
Glenn sighs. "What?"
"That's not how this <span class="mu-i">works.</span>" What is there to elaborate on? It seems self-evident.
"She's right," Richard says. "It isn't."
Glenn glances at Allan, who makes a face back at him. He shifts his stance. "Uh... it is how it's going to work. You heard Mr. Kemper. If you're not going to go back with us, we can call Security, or—"
"God, you don't— you don't get it." You slide over to Glenn's now-vacant chair and flop down. "You can't just <span class="mu-i">not</span> tell me dark secrets. How does that make any sense? Listen, the order of operations is I go, I find some random people, they explain all their secrets— not some, all— and then I leave. I don't leave before the secrets. That's stupid."
"...Look, I'm sorry, Frances, but—"
"You're not <span class="mu-i">sorry.</span>" You shake your head sadly. "You just don't get it, Glenn. Because you don't have a destiny, see? None of you do. Well, maybe Iris, but most of you— nothing. Your future is nothing. Completely and utterly ordinary. You've probably never even <span class="mu-i">met</span> someone with a destiny until today, so I forgive you for not handling it properly, but I would've thought— didn't you notice my sword?"
Glenn opens his mouth a little. Allan raises his eyebrows. Iris tears her gaze off Richard for a moment. "You didn't <span class="mu-i">notice</span> it?" you say. "Well, that explains— here, hold on." You twist in your seat so you can grab The Sword out. It's flaming brilliantly as ever, and only increases in heat and brightness as you wave it around to show everybody. "See? Flaming sword, god blood, one eye, the teeth— you didn't notice the teeth, either?" Blank stares. "Oh, come <span class="mu-i">on.</span>"
Iris's eyes widen and Allan's glibness recedes as you stick your fingers in your mouth to expose your gums. "I think I have another one coming in," you say contemplatively, once you're satisfied they've gotten a good look. "But you're going to have to ask R— ask Marty about that one."
Heads swivel toward Richard, who's lit a cigarette. "What?" he says. "Oh, yes. Then the plumbing."
What? Well, whatever: a non-sequitur helps to build the proper atmosphere, you think. "Uh, correct. See? <span class="mu-i">Clearly</span> I have a destiny. I'm getting plumbing. Are you getting plumbing?"
Glenn's paintball gun is slowly sliding off his shoulder, but he doesn't seem to notice. Allan pushes up his glasses. Iris is back to staring at Richard, even though he isn't doing anything. (You'll admit it, you resent this.) "No! You are not. There's me, yes destiny, Marty..." Does Richard have a destiny? "...possible destiny, you, no destiny. Bam. Point made. Fantastic. Now, I've been receiving some mystic sensations as we've been speaking."
<span class="mu-i">Now</span> Iris looks at you. "You have?"
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