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Rumi wakes up as she always does these days, comfortably trapped between Mira and Zoey.
Mira’s nose is buried in the crook of her neck, comfortable and secure. She’s snoring softly by Rumi’s ear but she doesn’t mind, she never does.
Zoey’s arms are wrapped around her waist. Her hand slightly under Rumi’s shirt craving skin to skin contact even with her lack of consciousness. She pulls her closer subconsciously seeking her warmth.
That’s what Rumi notices first, the lack of warmth around them. Where’s the blanket? Matter of fact, where’s the bed? Is that a breeze… in the middle of the penthouse?
She opens her eyes to find herself in a field. She can feel the plants around her and the girls but she’s too sleepy and trapped to figure out what kind of field. A wheat field? Soybeans? Cotton? Maybe a sunflower field?
A slightly high pitched almost familiar voice comes from Rumi’s right. “My corn! You landed right on my corn, damnit! I’ve been planting that for ages…”
Ah, a corn field then.
Rumi would have been much more concerned a few months ago. However, Nowadays, it wouldn’t be the first time Rumi had accidentally teleported in her sleep… and accidentally dragged her girls with her.
Rumi shifts from her comfortable cage and looks up to apologize to the farm girl for ruining her corn. Maybe offer to pay for the damages and a few more seeds or kernels? She is rich after all it wouldn’t be an issue.
Rumi blinks, then pauses, then blinks again.
“Zoey…?”
But… Zoey was right next to her sleeping.
Well, stirring now due to the lack of Rumi’s warmth and weight in her arms.
The farm girl Zoey… looking woman tilts her head at them.
She sees the confusion on Rumi’s face and softens just a little. She adjusts her sun hat and holds out her hand for Rumi to take.
“You must be new… and really really confused huh?”
Rumi however, wasn’t listening to this farm… woman… Zoey figure.
She was too busy staring at the strange addition on the girl's wrist… Fau-#1 was written in bold letters on a light green wrist band.
The Zoey thing —Jeez she really needed something to call her or it or— looked down at the band and sighs before putting her hand on her hip.
“I should… introduce myself. I’m Choi Zoey, Farm Au.” She pauses “You guys are still on my corn… by the way”
Choi Zoey? Choi Zoey was right next to her, so this thing was obviously lying.
Before Rumi can react to that obvious lie, Zoey —her Zoey of course because this… thing wasn’t Zoey— beats her to it.
“What the hell…” her voice sounds as surprised as someone half asleep can sound. “Am I dreaming? Or seeing double-”
“Well you wouldn’t be seeing double, seeing double implies you’re seeing two of the same thing when here, you’re just seeing one of yourself.” the farmer interrupts
Zoey opens her mouth to reply when Mira groans. “Why… on earth are you guys this loud this early in the morning” she turns to look at Zoey and Rumi, the further up to the Farmer.
She blinks “What the hell…”
Zoey sits up straight “That’s what I said!”
Mira sits up next “Am I seeing double or something…”
“That’s also what I said!”
“Yeah but the difference is she actually could be seeing double since there’s two of us” the farmer chimes in.
As they bicker, Rumi sits up further to try and assess the situation and potential threat in front of them. She doesn’t notice how her shirt had ridden up a little from Zoey’s hands exposing her purple patterns.
The farmer however, does notice.
She stops to look at Rumi’s semi-exposed midriff. She tilts her head and nods like she just realized something important.
“Oooh, I see, I see” she nods her space buns bobbing a little the way her Zoey’s often do.
“You guys are a Demon Hunter AU right?” She pauses “sorry what I meant was, you guys are demon hunters… right?”
All three girls pause at that.
How did this random farmer-girl-Zoey-doppelgänger thing know about demons? And why, upon seeing Rumi’s patterns did she assume she was a hunter not a demon.
Zoey, quick as always, was the first to pull out her shin-kals. Sleepy as she was, Rumi knew she could still hit a moving target in her sleep if she wanted. “Yeah… what about it?”
The farmer girl raises her hands in surrender.
“Woah there… I’m just a farmer. Got no weapons on me-” She pats her overalls and pockets to show no hidden objects. “-no fancy patterns-” She rolls up her sleeves and pulls her collar down to show smooth, unpatterned skin. “-and you guys are trained, lean-mean-demon-hunting machines… Basically I’m not a threat, and you guys could totally kick my ass if you wanted too.”
Rumi, Mira, and Zoey all look at each other. There was a pause and this time Mira is the first to speak.
“Well she has no weapons… and we can still summon ours.”
Zoey nods “and she has no patterns… she wouldn’t be able to hide that part.”
Rumi sighs “We do still need to find out where we are, and why she looks like Zoey…”
Rumi looks at her girls, then back at the farmer and nods to herself. Ever the leader, she’s the first to get up onto her feet.
“Alright. Tell us who you are, what you are, and where we are.”
Mira stands up next to Rumi, eyeing the farmer suspiciously. “And don’t try anything funny. We will totally beat you up.”
The farmer huffs and mutters something about how “they landed in her corn field, not the other way around” and how this was “extremely rude- but whatever…” despite being obviously disgruntled, she takes off her hat in a pleasant greeting.
“I already told you, my name is Choi Zoey: Human and farmer, at your service!” She dips, holding her hat to her chest in a playful, very Zoey-like bow.
Zoey shakes her head now on her feet as well. “Yeah, no. No, no, no I’m Choi Zoey.”
The farmer just chuckles, “Yeah, that’s what they all say.” She turns and gestures for them to follow. “Let’s get you all to the penthouse, get you evaluated, and I promise I’ll- well, someone will explain everything.”
Mira looks at Rumi… Zoey does the same.
They really really shouldn’t be following a Zoey doppelgänger through a random corn field with no idea where they are… but that’s just it.
They don’t know where they are.
Rumi takes a deep breath and nods, reaching a hand out to each of the girls.
“Not like we’ve got much of a choice huh? Let’s just… try and get home”
The girls simply nod. They trust Rumi’s judgment, and what Rumi says, goes.
So without further thought they follow the farmer doppelgänger, into the corn field.