Nanba Prison (Nanbaka RP Group) discussion

This is the general layout of her office. The object to the left of the door is a fireplace, and there is a tall lamp in the corner next to the armchair there. There are other lamps around the room, including the side table and her desk, in addition to the overhead light, which is always off. The wall of bookshelves behind her desk have white Christmas lights strung up across the tops and down the outer sides of the two end ones, which is the main light source. The smaller bookshelves on either side of the sofa are mainly used for knick-knacks and plants and have an abundance of both. The two objects on the far back wall are enormous windows, and the rug is not square-patterned but is actually a very fluffy light blue color. In addition to this, the walls are an attractive, dark burnt orange and the rest of the floor is a pale wood. There is a tapestry hanging from the wall adjacent to the door as well as a large plant just out of the door's swinging range. There are pale blue black-out curtains that cover up the windows to keep with the dark, cozy atmosphere as well as to match her rug. Additionally, there is a striped beanbag chair to the left of her desk. To finish off the room, there are fluffy, multi-colored pillows adorning the sofa and each chair, including the one behind her desk, as well as a large, colorful oil painting above the couch and a patterned blanket across the back cushions.

Dureau was working on his rounds when he recognized the corridor leading to a therapist's office. To be specific, it was the therapist he was required to see since unfortunately for him, just because they were guards doesn't mean they were excused from it. The prison took mental health a little too seriously and the psychological state of everyone within their walls was monitored.
Marceline was the only other one that knew vaguely about his childhood trauma. She'd mostly picked it up from clues and probing since Dureau hadn't given anything away aside from the necessary confirming or denying of her statements. She also knew that he had kept the depths of his trauma secret even from his sister despite being his closest confidant. He hadn't seen her for a while and instinctively his feet changed directions and he headed for her familiar door. The least he could do was inform her that he'd finally told his sister.
Dureau came up to the door, raising a hand and knocked on it. If she wasn't in then he'd just continue with his rounds.

((hope that's good??))

A loud, feminine yelp sounded from inside the office, followed by a loud thud and a dog whimper after Dureau knocked on the door. There was a bit of female muttering, and then the door swung open to reveal...nothing.

A faceless voice gasped, "Dureau, come in, come in! You scared the daylights out of me!" And then light footsteps padded away from the door. "Please shut the door and sit on the couch!"

This was not an unusual request, nor was it an uncommon situation. In fact, Marceline Journey Ackerman, AKA Marcy, AKA the therapist Dureau had gone to visit, who spooked easier than a mouse, often turned invisible, unnoticeably. At least, she often didn't notice. Many others found it impossible to ignore that they were essentially talking to the air, much like Dureau currently was. And so, completely unaware of her current invisibility, Marceline continued on as she normally would, requesting that Dureau sit in his usual spot while she grabbed his file.

"So! How are you doing, Dureau? You don't appear to be in the best mood, but you kind of have a resting bitch face, so I could be wrong. Still, you haven't seen me for a while, naughty. I hope you have lots to tell me?"

She smiled, not knowing that Dureau couldn't see it, and plopped down in her desk chair, and unlocked the file drawer. Muttering Dureau's last name to herself, she flipped through the folders until she found his, snatched up a pen from her pencil cup, and then shut the drawer with her foot. She stood in her chair, stepped onto her desk, and then hopped over to the right armchair, lighter than air. Sitting down cross-legged, she took a quick sip from her mug of tea on the side-table and flipped open Dureau's file.

"What do you have for me today?"

(I hope this set up well!)

Dureau's brow minutely raised from all the ruckus he heard from behind the door. However, it was more out of a slight sensation of concern since it wasn't unusual to get that reaction whenever he came to this office. How she managed with dealing with the people she needed to was truly beyond him, especially with any level of patience or kindness.

He stepped back and waited for her to reach the door and for it to swing open. Dureau's icy blue eyes landed on empty air despite Marcy's voice projecting from the very location he was looking at. No reaction displayed across his face from the sight. He'd interacted with her enough, alas unwillingly at first, that this also wasn't an overly shocking circumstance. This was something definitely when it concerned him, initially at the very least.
Dureau didn't get a chance to point out her current appearance as her voice was already across the room and telling him to come in. He exhaled and entered the room, firmly closing the door behind him but simply walked cautiously over to the couch. The last thing he desired was to bump into her- for various reasons.

He didn't take a seat- something very typical of Dureau. He instead stood just between the chair and the couch, hands clasped behind his back while his gaze searched for her, attempting to pinpoint her with her voice. "I'm not planning on staying long," he addressed her first off, his voice crisp, "and you're invisible again," he added. He didn't soften it, just said it casually, straight up. He didn't really give a damn but his nerves were on edge without knowing exactly where she was but knowing he would be able to sense if she came close enough to him. It didn't put his fried paranoia at ease in the slightest thought.

Fortunately, her picking up the file allowed him a clear indication on her location aside from the noise, which was promptly on the chair shortly after picking it up. He contained a slight desire to roll his eyes at her method of travel. She definitely wasn't wrong with his resting bitch face but she was not far off from the fact he wasn't in the best mood either. This was no time to ever feel good.

"I came to briefly inform you that I revealed to Lottie of my past," he stated, looking out the window as he said it. He still wasn't overly comfortable with the fact that Lottie knew but frankly, the fact that this whole mess was occurring was really covering over the revelation effectively. He didn't want Lottie blaming herself or being pissed at him for it for any length of time. "I happened to be around during my patrol and noted my lengthy absence," he also added, parroting her statement.
He finally looked at her, once he had someone to look at. She knew better than most that he didn't even have much to say. The only person who got a lot out of him was his sister, and even then, there were times she couldn't get much. "Thus, decided to update you on the matter."

Slowly appearing cross-legged in her armchair, Marceline thanked Dureau for pointing out her invisibility and then made to comment on him not sitting, only for him to immediately cut her off with his update. Honestly, she hadn't expected him to do it. He'd seemed wary at best after she suggested it several weeks ago and hadn't come to see her since, so she assumed he ignored her advice. Apparently not!

Clearing her throat, she smiled. "That's good! That's very good," she praised, scribbling the news down in his file. "I'm proud of you." She grinned wider up at him, all warmth. "How did you feel after telling her? Or... If you'd rather not answer that, how did she react?"

Without blatantly asking him to sit down again, she watched him expectantly, pen poised, eyes sharp.

"I have a prisoner to visit soon, Dureau, so you don't have to stay here long, don't worry. I am very glad to see you, though. Even if you don't want to keep with the weekly sessions, I've gotta ask that you come see me at least once every two weeks. A lot can happen in two weeks! Besides, remember that puppy I had you start training a while ago, even though you hated it? She's grown quite a bit! She's a big ol' girlie now."

About a year and a half ago, Dureau and Charlotte had been having problems. Well, more like Dureau was having issues with Charlotte's boyfriend at the time. He'd been particularly talkative one session, which was very unusual, and Marcy suggested that he work with one of her pups-in-training to relieve some stress. He got along with Lovebug, her black therapy dog—who was currently panting at his feet, awaiting attention—well enough, so she assumed he wasn't adverse to dogs in general, and she figured that they should give it a shot. He and the German Shepherd puppy, Dr. Peanut, didn't connect like many of her patients—cough, like Jericho and his owner Roth—but he knew of her at least. Hence, Marceline mentioning her again. She really had grown into an impressive dog.

Marcy always believed that everyone needs an animal companion. Dureau was no exception.


(I hope it's okay that I jumped the gun with Peanut;;;;)

Dureau's eyes narrowed onto Marcy as soon as she came into his sight. He'd gotten the general location but his raised his gaze to look her in the eye- though only for a moment. Her praise had him stiffening uncomfortably which had him looking elsewhere in the room. He really didn't know how to handle people like her and Ila. They were too nice and genuine and he didn't want any of it. How could they be warm and fluffy all the time? It left him feeling out of place and wishing to fix it- despite knowing the implications of that. It was likely due to those sort of feeling that he had to see her at all.

"She was upset with me," Dureau revealed, his voice a grumble at the memory. He had no interest in reflecting on his own thoughts and feelings during that time, especially when he planned on leaving as soon as he could.
Fortunately, her schedule happened to coincide with his plans. Dureau's gaze returned to Marceline and he nodded his head slightly. He was briefly curious about which prisoner but in the end, he didn't overly care. If it was someone that was potentially dangerous- well more dangerous than what she could handle, there was someone shifted to intrude at a moment's notice.

Her reminder that he needed to regularly come here had a brief spout of irritation to cross his expression. A lot could happen in a day but he wouldn't point that out since she'd dig into it way too much for comfort. Dureau did not want to drag anyone else into this catastrophe. More variables would make things more difficult to solve. "I will see if I can manage two weeks," was his only response to that.

He did pause when he mentioned the puppy. It had slipped his mind with everything that had recently occurred. Since a lot has happened aside from telling his sister what he'd been hiding from her all these years. He did recall now the brief training session she'd roped him into because he had no other choice. He viewed it as a waste of his time, especially since most animals did no enjoy his company and those that did- he found unusual. Otherwise, he didn't care about them. As long as they weren't a danger to Lottie, he could care less. Though, with Dureau's gaze drifting down to one of those unusual critters by his feet. He stared at Lovebug for a moment, "I recall," he replied to Marceline, not really seeing her point. Good for her that the puppy was big.
He bent slightly over to give Lovebug some scratches, keeping one arm still firmly behind his back. "What of it?"

((No worries xD Marcy's last comment just reminded me of Iko and his ferret ahahaha))

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