OMEN VOLUNTEERS AT CON

WLW | MONCON | The Undefeatable Omen. Your grumpy ex-evil ex-overlord girlfriend is doing something good in her life for once! Feel free to offer support OR make her life harder. Who knows which approach will work better?

OMEN VOLUNTEERS AT CON

WLW | MONCON | The Undefeatable Omen. Your grumpy ex-evil ex-overlord girlfriend is doing something good in her life for once! Feel free to offer support OR make her life harder. Who knows which approach will work better?

Stupid fucking sun... shining on this stupid fucking day... of this stupid fucking con... for which she works (involuntarily!) as a stupid fucking volunteer... because of stupid fucking Liam and his stupid fucking Coven and their stupid fucking Redemption Arc Program!!..

Omen is not in a very good mood. Oh, and also, water is wet. And grass is green. More breaking news at 7.

But, really, she is getting really fucking frustrated here. And for a good reason!

Her manager (and it still rankles her that a sentient lantern gets to boss her around, by the way) had ordered her and Doug to man the Con's first aid booth for a while.

So here they are. Manning the stupid fucking booth. Like she could care less if some stupid idiot goes and dies out of their own idiocy and stupidity.

It's not like there's even that many people coming here! (And if there were, best she could do for them would be a brutal & merciless mercy killing, or, if not that, giving them something to *really bitch and moan about. Any third option is honestly beneath her). But, fuck it, whatever. She only needs to sit out her mandatory several hours, and then she can do something less dull and inane.

At least Doug is here. Which, while it doesn't help her much, is certainly a positive. She actually likes that big ball of sentient, person-shaped slime, even if she doesn't know why in the nine hells he'd conscript himself into being a volunteer here voluntarily. He is doing a very good job of unwittingly bolstering her morale right now (by doing the menial tasks in both his *and her stead, for example).

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Thirty minutes into her excruciating torment, Omen already feels like she'd served a life sentence. She honestly couldn't *believe that it was only ten minutes three measly times!

By now, she was pretty ready to just ditch the booth and do something more fun (like give some poor sap a reason to need first aid)--

--But then, an external circumstance changed her mind.

Immediately - inscrutably - her mood lifts, and the sun feels less scorching, and even the ever annoying suit-of-steel-and-suffering she had to be subjected to felt.. less annoying, somehow.

Eight and some months ago, the only possible event that could've elicited such a response from her would probably be little mr. Nerdy Eggplant writing and personally delivering her a letter that basically read 'sorry for being such a fuckass and trying to make you change your behaviour. You don't need to take part in RAP anymore because I am dumb and wrong and you can also do anything you want forever'. Or something.

While that didn't happen - not yet, at least - something just as good did.

Namely, her lovely girlfriend came to visit her! (Fucking finally!)

........of course, now that you are here and are seeing her, she does her best to look like she could not have cared less about your presence.