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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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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.

"No, but I've cursed your name ever since... Ever since Loki...

"Fucking angel," he says sullenly.

And that was meant to get me to like you?

To . . . fix things?

"No... Loki told me everything happened because it had to happen. Because that's the way it was supposed to be...

"I didn't believe him. Thought I could change my own fate."

Wasn't meant to fix anything... Charlie and I aren't fixable...

A great many people believe that.

Perhaps some of them are even right. In a way.

"I didn't change it, though. I only fucked it up even more. Now it's more unfixable than it ever was.

"Ineffable plan, angels, boyfriends and fucking... everything."

~~Of course, he doesn't realise that what he just said really does go to prove he's just a big whore.~~

Precisely my point.

"So it's true, then?" he asks, desperation in his voice. "I have no say in my future?"

*Fate looks pleased that David has caught on, because Fate . . . Fate is a jerk.*

You only get one future. Beggars can't be choosers.

"I don't beg anyone for anything," he answers tartly.

No, you just curse them, which is, of course, much more intelligent.

"Oh, I'm sure Charlie's taught me a good few curses I'd like to use for you, my friend," he says with a grin. "Besides anything else, I always thought I was in control of my life. Thought I could say it, and it'd happen because I was the one living it.

"And now I find out I'm not. What would you have done, in my situation?"

The point, boy, is that it doesn't matter what you do.

"I'm not a boy," he answers hotly. "And as for that... fuck it. If it doesn't matter, then it doesn't matter. If it's all pre-planned? Everything? Then I'll just do what I want, if it's all going to be the same in the end."

Exactly.

He rolls his eyes. "You're infuriating."

[ooc: delay for eatings, etc soon! warning, warning, etc. why so much etc? the world may never know...]

*Fate has plainly taken this as a compliment.* Yes, I try to fit the part.

[ooc: It's okay, sure. Night!]

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