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[romancekiller]

WHO: Clarke & Lucina
WHERE: De Chima
WHEN: Afternoon
WHAT: Just another day working at the O'Malley Clinic.
WARNINGS: n/a



[clarke had been working at the clinic for almost a month now and though getting a job made her feel like she was becoming too complacent or accepting of her situation, she knew it was something she had to do to get by in this place.

it was so different from being back home and having to deal with one crisis after another so it sometimes she felt a bit out of place and not sure what to do with herself at times because free time is such a foreign concept. she make her way to the clinic to work a shift in the afternoon and it's not long before she reaches there, opening the door and dropping her bag near the locker area and she easily spots lucina already preoccupied with something when she approaches]

Hey Lucina!

Comments

[fauxmarth]

[let it never be said that Lucina does too little. barely hours after the flight back in from South Korea, with barely hours before the next flight out to the island, one would expect to be taking it easy, maybe having a nice lunch, reading a book...

no: Lucina is here at the clinic, still bedecked in her combat gear and cape...putting equipment away.

(hey, at least some of the few kids who came in today got a kick out of it? and she's actually too tired to feel silly.)]

Ah-? [she turns, blinking, then breaks out into a kind smile.]

Oh, Clarke. Greetings! It's been quite a while, hasn't it?

[romancekiller]

Yeah, it has really been a while. [clarke just smiles and takes a seat at the table with her] How have you been?

[fauxmarth]

[once she's put a blood pressure cuff back on the shelf with the others, Lucina too moves to have a seat, sitting down with more of a sigh than she expects of herself. still, dark circles be damned, she looks content.]

Indeed it has. My cousin's television show has turned out to be...quite the adventure, truly. And it's not over yet. I'm actually due to head back out there in a few hours; I deemed it wise to spend some time before then helping out. Perhaps remind you and the others I've not vanished.

[but she'd rather not spend all her time speaking of herself -- she's the one who's been dealing with herself all this time! she shakes her head a little.]

But what of you? Have you been well?

[romancekiller]

Your cousin's television show? [she looks at her with slight curiosity given the topic which it's not something she had been paying too much attention too] I don't think what show you mean but that's something you were involved with?

[she does laugh slightly though] Yeah, I definitely see that you haven't disappeared. I've been good— I've just been trying to keep busy where I can.

[fauxmarth]

[she nods, smiling brightly. it may be a very silly enterprise on the whole, and certainly embarrassing in facets, but her love for Owain outshines her own misgivings, and she's more than happy to help him out.

still, less said about...some of the antics afoot on that island, the better, she thinks.]

I'm glad. I'm relieved that this city has some measure of peace. My growing worry has been that this world is too often in a state of unrest... hence why I left when the call to arms came.

[romancekiller]

[clarke nods in agreement with that] Yeah— it's a lot more peaceful than anything I'm used to back home.

I can understand your worries though— did going help at all? [clarke knew what lucina was talking about and though it might have been something she could have involved herself with, she didn't rust much of anything with the government here or what they were doing especially since she still remains unregistered too]

[fauxmarth]

Ah, well... [she folds her hands, biting on her lip for a beat of thought. she then pushes a small smile, sighing as she bobs her head in a halfhearted nod.]

I can't say I know for certain if what I've done to help was enough. Or if that's only the start. Only time will tell. I can say that...at least... [she nods once more, more certain.] I'm glad I went. And I'm glad my blade could do something to help. With all that's different here, at least I can do this small bit.

[romancekiller]

Ah— with your blade? [she gives her a curious look if only because she that was something she didn't know the other girl was skilled with] Even if you thought it wasn't much, it sounds like it definitely added to making a difference.

[fauxmarth]

I hope you're right, Clarke. [she nods again, casting a glance out toward the window, peering past the lettering etched out on the glass to the street.] I'd hate to have not done enough to help, even if it turns out being just a drop in the bucket. It's not so much a matter of owing it to this place as it is...just... [hmm.] Simply wanting to do right by those I've been thrust upon so haphazardly. If that makes sense.

[romancekiller]

[clarke just nods at that] Yeah, it does make sense and I can definitely understand that too.

[fauxmarth]

[she sighs, nodding gently one last time. it's nice to be understood, yes...but it doesn't utterly ease some of her worry about the whole affair.

well, it's as Clarke's said: so far so good, right? everyone's safe, and that's enough for her. gods forbid Owain get swept up into yet another conflict and--]

Ah-!! [she startles suddenly, looking back, eyes big.] Oh, no. Clarke? What--what time is it right now?

[romancekiller]

Oh— its... [clarke is a bit surprised by urgency in lucina's question and her concern about the time but she looks towards the clock for a moment before answering] It's 1pm. What's wrong?

[fauxmarth]

Gods...

[she huffs, pushing away from the table to stand up, grimacing.] Forgive me, I've lingered too long. I have to return to the airport and head back to the island. [a weak smile:] Apparently, Owain has some task for me in store in regards to his strange television competition...

[romancekiller]

Oh— it's okay! Don't worry about it— I didn't mean to keep you or make you late if you were heading out again.

[she looks slightly apologetic in response for a few moments] We can catch up later, okay?

[fauxmarth]

Yes-- [she bows hastily.] Yes, absolutely. [straightening back up, her face is flushed with embarrassment.] I'll return after Owain's venture is complete, that's a promise! For now, please take care of things here.

[she bows again, but this time less deeply because she's really got to go. with a wave, she turns on her heel and darts out the door, shouting another good-bye! that's muffled by traffic as she launches herself into the air and heads off toward the airport.]