betterthanaplan | Still Haven, Maine, Friday Fandom time

So. Today had sucked. Even more than most days in this town did. Duke had a stab wound in his leg from a pen, and would likely be having nightmares about being possessed by a homicidal 20-something for the foreseeable future. Octavia had a gunshot wound in her arm, and had been locked, however briefly, in a vault. Lucifer had had to watch both of them be retraumatized, unknowing if he'd ever get either of them back whole.

But that was over now, at least. Time to reconnect, reassess, and figure out where to go from here.

[for those in the narrative, and likely slowplay. MMMMM, AFTERMATH]

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betterthanaplan

"Yeah, um. . . ." Duke trailed off, looking where Audrey had just gone.

She really was Audrey. Audrey with a very sexy new attitude, but Audrey nonetheless.

Audrey was back.

And he couldn't tell anyone.

"Yeah, that was." He swallowed, looking at Lucifer. Who hated people lying. Or hiding things. "I just found something out that needs to stay on the down low. I don't -- want to keep secrets from you guys, but I need to know you won't tell anyone else."

There. Now Lucifer had . . . an out. Of sorts.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer blew out a faintly disbelieving breath. "Who would I tell?" he asked.

(Besides random, completely unrelated people in bars or in Fandom or whatever, had he not been asked to give his word.)

"Of course I won't tell anyone. You have my word."

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okteiviakom

This was where Octavia was supposed to say something too, right?

She was just frowning in a faintly confused (concerned?) manner.

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betterthanaplan

She was much less likely to blurt anything with or without a promise. Duke still gave her a raised eyebrow before he spoke.

"It's her," he said, voice low. Low enough even they would probably need to lean in to hear him. He ran his hand through his hair. "That's her, that's really Audrey."

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer did lean in, after that first statement.

Nothing really showed on his face, bar the brief twitch of an eyebrow. "Of course it is," he said.

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okteiviakom

Octavia had also leaned in, half just taking Lucifer's lead.

And then she'd blinked.

And now her expression hardened, instantly. Though they only got a second to look at her before she whipped around, and started for the bar.

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betterthanaplan

"Tavi, don't --" Duke started, reaching for her -- only to jerk back at the last moment as he realized he was reaching for her bad shoulder. "Look, I get it, okay? Why she lied. And it's how she knew she could let Tyler kill himself and I'd be okay."

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer had started rubbing his forehead before Octavia had even moved.

"Duke, stop," he said, surprising himself with how even it sounded. "Let me translate Octavia to actionable steps for you: we are going home. Now."

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okteiviakom

Oh, was that what they were doing?

Because Octavia was still headed for the bar door with the very clear intention of beating Audrey into pulp.

(... Okay, 'clear' might have been kind of a stretch. It was more of a 'white-hot fog of rage' type of thing.)

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betterthanaplan

Well. Nice of the narrative to support Duke's immediate assumptions for once.

He was a bit too distracted staring at Lucifer now to notice, though. He backed up a step. "Uh, no, no we're not. Wade's still here. And Au --" He shot a glance around. "-- Lexie is still going to need help. The Guard is pissed and looking for someone to blame, and at some point they're going to realize that Nathan's at least mostly a good guy again."

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my_own_advocate

"Lexie is back, which according to your previous claims, should fix everything for everyone here," Lucifer said flatly. "Everything else is not your problem, unless we're going to count problems that only exist because you trust people who don't deserve it. We have been here for a week, and you have been possessed, puppeteered into murder, and forced to use your power when you don't want to. All in the name of Lexie, who still can't be arsed to be truthful to anyone."

He took a step forward. "No," he said. "We are going home. Whether we do it before or after Octavia rightfully clocks Lexie is up to you."

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okteiviakom

Octavia had stomped right on through the door, her insides churning, both her hands balled into fists.

And all she could think about was finding Audrey. Where was she?

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betterthanaplan

Duke tried to dodge around Lucifer to grab for Octavia again, this time reaching for her uninjured arm.

"Tavi, please!"

Shit, Audrey had asked him for one thing and he'd already screwed it up.

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my_own_advocate

Octavia was quite a bit ahead towards the Gull now. Lucifer extended an arm, meant to block his way. "She has every right," he snapped.

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betterthanaplan

"Dammit, Lucifer," Duke said, jerking up short at the arm coming out. Trying to shove Lucifer out of the way would be like trying to shove a whale, so he ducked under his arm, wincing a little as the motion pulled on angry, injured muscles. "This isn't Lexie's fault!"

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seaoftroubles

The scuffling was hard to miss, as was the tiny war machine marching in. Lexie watched her with a raised eyebrow and her customary smirk.

"Lover's spat?"

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okteiviakom

The tiny war machine in question marched right at her. Octavia yanked her arm out of the sling, and reached out and grabbed Audrey's shirt with her right hand.

And swung with her left fist, for her jaw.

Put all her anger into it.

(The pain of having had to watch Duke the way he'd come back from Haven last time. The pain sure to come of having to watch him recuperate from this time.)

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my_own_advocate

"Isn't it?" Lucifer snapped, twisting around. Doing what Duke had told him not to back when 'Lexie' had still been watching: lifting him right up.

By the back of his shirt this time, to be fair.

"Or did a man die today for no good reason but that she wanted to be clever?"

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seaoftroubles

Lexie flopped back against the bar. Wade let out a startled shout.

Jennifer, coming in from upstairs, where she'd been making sure the apartment was ready for its new-old resident, let out a shriek and hurried forward.

"Octavia, oh my god!" She hurried over, eyeing the sling and the blood now on Lexie's face, and Duke and Lucifer outside the door, Duke held off the ground and writhing like a naughty kitten. "What's going on?! Let her go!"

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betterthanaplan

"A man died because he stole me and shot you!" Duke yelled back.

Even as, yes, he writhed like a kitten.

(Garland Wuornos doing something not dissimilar was possibly where Gloria had gotten her nickname for Duke from.)

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okteiviakom

There was shouting happening around Octavia. It didn't really register.

She was already going for another punch, because someone had to pay. For everything.

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seaoftroubles

"Woah woah woah!" Wade darted around the bar to pull her off, but Jennifer waved him away, noting the blood on Octavia's shirt.

Was Octavia troubled? Jennifer had no idea. She also didn't know if dried blood counted or how much it would take to set Wade off like Duke got sometimes, but she did know Duke did not want that happening to Wade.

So she was the one who wrapped her arms around Octavia's waist and yanked, trying to drag her off Lexie.

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my_own_advocate

Outside, Lucifer was still holding on to a flailing kitten.

"We are going home, Duke," he snapped-- no, snarled, his upper lip curling up, his entire being so tired of attempting to fight the bloody justifications for her behavior that he was just going to stop bothering. "There's no role left for you to play here but someone's pawn. Everything else is you tilting at windmills until one topples over and kills you, you absolute bloody tit."

Edited Date: 2022-04-01 11:44 pm (UTC)

From:

betterthanaplan

Duke stiffened, even as he gave up on struggling.

"I'm not anyone's pawn," he ground out, low and dark.

He'd told Tyler to off himself. He'd been counting on his trouble kicking in. (And he'd, maybe a little, been too upset and tired to care anymore if it didn't.)

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okteiviakom

At least the arms registered. Somewhat. As someone trying to wrench her away from what she was doing.

It didn't entirely work, but it did force Octavia to let go of Audrey. But, sorry about the flaily elbows you were now getting, Jennifer. And sorry to everyone else about the banshee screech she let out when she was doing that.