Private Finished Sane

Lucas was on his way to the park. After being granted immortality of all things, he knew he had to set up some sort of swap. It was one of those things that he’d probably gain anyways when he got older, but he wouldn’t be angry if he just happened to have a normal mortal life either. The life of a reaper sounded kind of lame... and sad, he didn’t want to draw it out any longer.

He approached Marcus, his regalia only a few paces away. She wore a scowl on her face. No matter how many jokes he cracked, it never seemed to budge. On the other hand, Lucas was grinning.

“ Marcus, right? It’s nice to meet you.”
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" Nothing much, I guess." He lied, knowing it would be kind of rude to straight up approach someone about trading regalia. Lucas' had slumped down on a park bench not too far away, as usual. Lucas had heard about Marcus through the academy, from what he got, the person across from him seemed like a perfectly decent person.

" I've heard you're part of the game too now, huh? Because I am, mine's right over there." He said, sheepishly pointing to the annoyed woman.
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He looked over to the women watching over them, something about her made him feel on edge. Maybe it was the look in her eyes, but he had to give credit where it was due; she did an awful good job at being a creepy spirit.

It was his instinct to look over Marcus' shoulder to the best of his ability, he had to move a few steps forward for an unobstructed view of... a flaming sword. It reminded him of one of the prizes on an older game show that used to run when he was younger.

" Is that what I think it is?.... You used to watch Secret of the Isles too? " He asked, obviously hoping for a yes.

" Anyways, uh, no. Not really. It's just kinda nice to find someone else in the game. Not even my regalia wants to talk about it.... she doesn't really talk at all." Lucas pointed back to his regalia who was clearly in hearing range, the harsh look on her face apparent as ever. He leaned in closer to Marcus, keeping his voice low.

" I think I did something to piss her off?... But I don't remember when or how."
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Lucas jokingly rolled his eyes. With immortals sticking around for hundreds, probably thousands of years, he thought it would be easier to find at least one other fan of a show that aired only two decades ago. But it wasn't worth explaining. Honestly, the show was not even that good. At least objectively. While the reruns played during when most people were at school or work, Secret of the Isles kept him entertained in the hospital.

" Yeah?" His eyes shifted to Sandra, who even with a name was still pretty spooky. Some relief came with the fact that Marcus was struggling as well, even if that sounded kind of bad when he started to think about it.

" Mm. I'm not sure." He kept his voice low, glancing back to his regalia who exchanged back with a pissed off glare. Her mouth was sealed shut, but she still found a way to express.anger towards every little thing Lucas said.

" I don't know.... but aren't our regalias meant to match us? What do we do dude?"
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" Coexist, huh." His smile more of a pressed grimace than an expression of revelation. His regalia was equally unamused with the idea of just chugging along like this. There was no hatred between them, the two were more like a pair of disgruntled coworkers on a group project. Co-existing was fine, he guessed, but given the opportunity, he'd opt out.

" Yeah, that actually doesn't sound all that bad." Lucas looked over to his regalia for a second opinion. For once she wasn't scowling. Yikes.

" No offense, but are you sure about that dude? I mean, this deal seems little too good right? Mine doesn't talk much either, plus she's mad pissed all the time. Not saying it ain't worth a shot though. " He said with a now earnest grin, directed to both Marcus and the regalias. " Uh, what powers did you get?"
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