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*Fate breezes into the bar as breezily as a smug being like Fate can breeze. Which is to say that he blows through the door in the form of an unusually cold gust of wind before solidifying into a seated figure at the bar, not that he enters cheerily and casually. After all, that is much harder.*

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[ooc: It is not a sekrit who Fate is. Go ahead!]

[OOC: Hee! He's just never met him before.]

David walks over from an entirely different continuity from any one that exists in bar, and sits down at the bar when the wind wafts by him and a man appears.

"Now that was some entrance," he says, turning with a raised eyebrow at the gentleman now sitting beside him.

[ooc: Well, admittedly Fate is not as o~~mni~~ftenpresent as he should be.]

Thank you. I do keep things interesting.

He smiles. "You should join the club. We have badges. And nicknames."

*haughtily* I think not. I already have many, many names. And a badge.

*He shows David the badge. It is very shiny. And says "Glod."

Fate scowls and shakes the badge. It says "Glod" now.

Again. Now "God."

He nods, satisfied, and puts it away. Into nowhere.*

I see I'm going to have to have another Word with the Lady.

He's rather amused that the man thinks he's God. David's seen God. Once. He thinks.

"Which Lady? There are several here."

*Fate, of course, means a god. But badges eschew indefinite articles.*

The Lady, of course.

*helpfully* She has very green eyes. You aren't meant to say her name. She is not a lady in the usual sense of the word. Or at least, not often.

He shakes his head. "I'm afraid I don't know her. What's her name?"

[OOC: I'm so sorry about the delay! Crack is eating my branes and I shut the window without realising it -_-;;;]

[ooc: Perfectly all right. :D]

No, no. That's against the rules. You have to guess.

Are you a gambling man, David?

He nods. "When the stakes are good enough."

*Fate looks displeased.*

Then you know her. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, but never predictable. Very fickle. Changing.

"I don't think I've seen her. And don't know her all too well. Just vaguely.

"Luck...

"I don't seem to be having of that lately."

His fingers are rubbing his temples. He's still slightly headachey from earlier.

Well, obviously, if you're going to go around saying her name.

"I don't mean in the literal sense. I mean I've been having a hard time of what's been dealt me lately.

"Fate and all that? Playing bastarding annoying tricks with me lately.

"Or at least, someone is."

Yes.

*very amused* We've met.

He shakes his head.

"Never seen you before in my life."

You wouldn't have. I'm more, mm. In the background.

But you know me. Better than some.

"Who are you?"

Although he thinks he already knows.

You saw the badge. You heard me speak of the Lady. And more.

You know me, David.

And for a moment, he does.

And then he's just holding his head in his hands again.

"Why."

Because.

"That's just it? Because. That sucks. YOU suck."

Perhaps you would prefer a purposeless mess, David?

There are two sides to everything.

Her side doesn't care.

Slipshod craftmanship is only good for moments.

"I would prefer an existence where I wasn't fucked around for the past two months. Was that too much to ask?"

Perhaps.

But then, did you ask me?

Never seen you before in my life.