In Every World, Character Tropes Exist

Blanche flipped her hair and headed towards the elevator that was open in front of them, a few paces away. En sighed as he looked at her reliable figure, and although sometimes she tended to be nosey, she kept the cheer up. He was a very sombre person, and every gloomy character needs a sunny counterpart.

He looked back at the large capsule, his gaze following the glowing lines that were made by the gaps between the shutters and the machine's illumination. He took a deep breath to get himself together-- which somehow was a little harder today than usual-- and he took his time walking towards Blanche, who was visibly tapping her foot in divine patience.

She uncrossed her arms as she was joined by En, and she punched several buttons that would allow the car to take them to a specific cafeteria in the laboratory, frequented by people that were not too difficult to manage. The ride was quite silent, and as En felt the car slow down then still, he could finally let go of the breath he was holding.

He never did well with moving closed spaces.

"Why can't they just work on the new model for the cars already?" He huffed, exiting through the elevator doors that dinged as they opened.

"Well... the votes are still divided." Blanche sighed as she updated En on the situation, an exhausted smile on her face. They crossed the lobby and turned towards a hallway to the left, passing by a few colleagues. The blonde woman nodded and waved, her expression taking on a more cheerful tone. "It's quite a hassle to keep explaining to the older ones, but it's even more hopeless trying to convince the rest to give up the current convenience for a bit to make way for something better."

The younger male let out a hum of acknowledgement.

The conversation reached its end as they arrived where they were headed. En's expression immediately turned sour at the sight of the familiar dyed hair and square glasses sitting on top of a beautiful, but absolutely expressionless face.

Blanche didn't share his sentiment.

The blonde let out a cry full of unadulterated joy, her heels clicking as she walked over to the other woman whose arms were crossed over a clipboard pressed to her chest. As this purple-haired woman caught sight of Blanche, her face mirrored En's.

'Well,' he thought. 'That's one thing we agree on.'

"Aria, my dear! If you're here, that means the guy, the man, the legend is close by. Oh come on, such a sour face for someone as sweet as I?" Blanche put a hand to her head in exaggeration. The woman called Aria turned her head away and with it, gestured towards the cafeteria.

"I guess I won't be needing my lunch." En murmured from the side as he pocketed his hands and made to leave. He was stopped by another familiar voice that was so calm, so relaxing and mature in its tone that his disgusting puns sounded so detached when he decided it was a good time to say any.

"Penny, wise choice but I think he's just about to leave. Forget about your sewer for a sec and sit with us." Despite his name, there was nothing inherently fiery about him.

"Roane, I don't know what kind of ideas Blanche put in your head, but I could have lived fine without hearing that."

Roane was a tall man with a pale complexion, pale even for someone who had not much exposure to the sun. His eyes were light green, and he had very pale blonde hair which made one wonder why they even named him this way.

Overall, he was easy on the eyes and his features were sharp, a contrast to the cowardly color palette that dominated his appearance save for his lips that had a natural tint of red on the perfect spot. A mole dotted the left side of these lips, as well as a space below his left eye. Despite his lack of exercise, he was not as skinny as En, who couldn't be bothered with it yet couldn't help but sigh as he thought of the injustice. Roane was perfect for a picture, but his handsome face paled in comparison to the sheer stupidity that came out of his mouth.

That being said, though, his brain was definitely not a liability.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to insult your sevenhead." He snorted at his own joke as he said it, repeating it to himself a few times. He tried his best to hold back his laughter with every repetition, and En couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"My forehead isn't even that big."

"AHAHAHA! OH, HE GOT IT!"

"...As long as it makes you happy, I guess..."

En circled back towards Blanche, staying on the side opposite to where Aria stood. A few seconds passed, and an angry-looking man emerged from the cafeteria's metal doors. Aria immediately left her post and followed after him as he stormed off in the opposite direction.

"Aria, darling... Aw." The blonde woman made a show of reaching out to her with her arm, slowly lowering it in disappointment as if she were in a drama. She shook her head and entered the cafeteria, muttering something to herself. It wasn't something En thought he'd bother knowing. He made his way as well, and the pun-loving handsome guy called out to him to wait. He was actively ignored, and he decided to go in as well after the others. His movements were a little awkward, and sometimes, En thought sarcastically-- people really couldn't have it all.

As they entered the cafeteria, the bustle that died down with the presence of the supervisor began to light up once again. Whispers turned to mumbling, and mumbling didn't take long to turn into chattering. The high ceiling was filled with the sounds of people sharing stories, either about casual things or of their newest projects and contributions. Some were intent on sharing their plans, thinking they could trick themselves into following through with it if they let everyone know.

En sat down with a glass of juice and a sandwich in his hand. The cold, white table was free of other occupants which was why he decided to position himself where he didn't have to do small talk with others, or awkwardly sit in silence where the others laughed. He thought he was quite lucky today, yet his mistake was in acknowledging he was lucky when he knew he truly was. It was too late to take back, let alone regret. Besides Blanche and Roane, both of whom he had now mentally conditioned himself for, there was one more head that peeked out from the list of people he wasn't too excited to see.

A soot-covered person collapsed on the side in front of him, his curly black hair even messier than it was supposed to be. His lab coat was tied to his waist by the sleeves, and although En wasn't one to worry much about the finer details, he cringed at the disrespect as he peeked under the table and saw the frayed, blackened ends of the white garment.

He knew he wasn't going to be left alone anyways, Blanche and Roane in hyped conversation entering his peripheral field of vision, so he decided he might as well talk to the youngster in front of him, whom he would have taken as a homeless person were they not within the safe confines of the underground laboratory.

"Congratulations, Hyde. You have your shoes."