At some point Golbez got himself a memory charm, probably by giving Recette the money and asking her to buy it for him. By the end of the round he would have had 58 raks otherwise, but now he has 18. I can't math right now.
[ Voucher in hand, Dirk enters the shop. He's already thought this through pretty well, although he's not sure if it will work.
The woman behind the counter is the same one as was there yesterday when he got those two upgrade rings -- not the little girl from earlier in the week. What happened to her, he wonders. ]
Hey, I have some questions. I can get whatever I want with this, right?
Recette waking up from her coma would be a great thing to happen, but until it did happen Dunleavy had been watching the shop. Luckily the little fairy who seemed so fond of Recette was here enough that it hadn't been a complete disaster. Yet.
She was nervous though, what did she know about running a shop. So nervous she realised she couldn't feel the counter beneath her fingertips, that wasn't good...
She looked up at the voice, a student. One she only knew from the battle records and the fact he had won almost all his fights this Round.
"Anything you wish as long as it is only one item." She smiled, smiling at customers was correct right? Shopkeepers rarely had smiled at her, but she didn't expect them to. After all she wasn't paying them.
Neither was he, he had a voucher... It was possible she was thinking to deep into this...
Dirk didn't let the frown he was feeling show on his face; he kept his mouth a straight line, his eyes unreadable behind his glasses. That would mess up what he was planning... Unless he reversed it.
"And if I ordered something from my world," he went on. "Is it the exact item that gets delivered? Or is it a duplicate? That is to say, would somebody else back home notice it missing?"
Dunleavy shook her head, "We are not sure, but we can't guarantee what world the item comes from. It comes from a world, it might not be your own, it seems there are many worlds that are similar to one another."
"Well there are millions and millions of different worlds so I guess it is too difficult a process to monitor that closely." She told him and then wondered what he meant. "What exactly do you mean by that?"
"I have another body," he replied. "I want it. It'll be pretty easy to tell which universe is the right one, since it should just be sitting there comatose with me stuck here." Even if there were multiple instances of this Rakuen universe with multiple incarnations of himself in them, that didn't really matter; if the worlds were so identical as to be otherwise indistinguishable from each other, it didn't matter which Dirk Strider wound up with which spare waking self.
A weird request, but AR would surely notice him going missing like that; right now, everyone probably just thought he was unconscious or something. If time was still passing, anyway.
Lemina buys herself an upgraded PDA for 25 raks, bringing her from 90 to 65.
She uses her voucher to buy a Fire Crest in hopes of equipping it and being able to use fire magic again, not bothering to ask for clarification on whether it will actually work.
He had another body? Right... Well that was interesting, sadly it wasn't even the weirdest thing Dunleavy had heard of and she managed to keep a completely neutral expression.
Alright so that wasn't hard, but she didn't even roll her eyes, really. "Living things are hard to bring, it doesn't always work." She warned. She would put the order in if he wanted it, she didn't see why not. But it could get messy and she didn't want to upset him, he seemed nice enough.
"A few people tried it last time, mostly it ended up with those they requested turning up dead. They can't bring those who are unwilling here." She shrugged, "We can try, but I warned you."
Though it doesn't show on his face, those words send a chill up Dirk's spine. But if that's the case... "If they're unwilling? You're saying those of us here now agreed to your schoolhouse master/slave fetish parade? Is that one of the memories we're all missing?"
He doesn't wait for a response; he just barges on. "If that's the case, then yeah, go for it. If I agreed, you're not bringing anyone in against his will. It's just another part of myself. Oh-- But leave the sunglasses it's wearing behind."
"It's not a memory but if you think hard enough you will remember agreeing," It would be faint, it had been for her. It had got stronger when she became the mayor, but she had got all her memories back and it was not one of those. She did roll her eyes at his description though.
"Are you sure?"
She got out the catalogue and turned pages until she found the section of alternative selves. Honestly why such a section existed she had no idea but it did and so she found the correct number, waiting for him to answer.
Dirk could stand here and argue that point, but he doesn't feel like it. Besides, when he thinks about it, there is a vague sense...
"I'm sure." And he slaps the voucher down on the counter. "Apparently I agreed to be here, and I'm agreeing even more now by asking you to do this. You have my full and total consent to bring me my Waking Beauty."
Well if he was sure. She nodded at him and took the voucher, she quickly processed the request, one spare Dirk without sunglasses. "Your item will arrive on the next train," she told him filing away the voucher. "I hope that it works."
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