AUDIENCE FOR: Lup

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mostly void, partially stars.

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[...ah. right. as an npc for her past game, that would make the most sense that she's never experienced something like this.

they pause, almost as if they're deciding if they want to proceed.]

Might I ask what exactly happened...?

[evocationary]

To... to Miles?

[that is probably not what they meant, no

she might have a bit of a concussion.]

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[no. that is not what they meant and they seem thrown for a loop.]

Um...that too, sure, if you want, but I kind of meant about you?

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[oh

right. yeah, of course. she giggles, a little loopy, and then tries again.]

Um. Uhh. There was a rich person party, and we had to entertain the hosts. Who were vampires? I think? Or had vampires. And we did a dance, and they killed our dance partners.

[... she slowly curls into a ball, actually.]

And then... there were dogs. We hid from them in a tree, and Rupert stepped on my hand and I fell out of it. A dog ate me, or tried to. And then we found Rupert's dumb friend who turned out to be a furry and sh-- and she...

[hm.]

It wasn't real.

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[well, they seem to be taking this into account, listening to her and sort of putting it all away for their own reference later.

they can kind of guess what, precisely, happened but they don't push her to continue beyond that. if lup wants to share more actual details, she can.]

How did you escape...?

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[deep breath.]

I made a tiger maul Rupert and Kaeya and then blasted the Lord and Lady to kingdom fuck with a sunbeam.

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Good. [. . .] About the Lord and Lady, not about the tiger mauling. The tiger mauling sounds quite painful, actually, though that does explain Mister Rupert's injuries.

[evocationary]

[her ear flicks violently.]

He stabbed me.

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...did he. [they do not seem entirely pleased.] From what I understand, these things often pit you against one another.

[evocationary]

[she knows rupert wasn't himself, but also, she's a little irrational at the moment.]

This one sure did. Just. [a long pause.] I'll... I'll forgive him eventually. I can't be mad. I just want to be. It makes me feel better.

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[. . .]

I doubt anyone would be opposed to you being upset for a short amount of time. These things hardly seem to be logical or reasonable.

And I think everyone would want somewhere to direct their anger after something like this.

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I didn't kill the thing that killed Taako.

[she mutters, curling on her side. she is. still on the floor.] I don't like being angry anymore.

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[...are there blankets on her bed. they are just going to go grab a blanket to kind of throw over her.]

Then what would you prefer to be?

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[yeah it's covered in them! she loves comfort. anyway thanks gemini she just burrows in them and then groans because ow. moving sucks.

a pause.]

Happy. [simple, but. y'know.] Safe.

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[a comfy lup...]

...if I may, then. Perhaps it is best to focus on the fact that you came back alive. It means you still have time to save your brother for real. If you no longer wish to focus on your anger, that is.

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I know.

[she grumbles, scrunching into her blankets.]

I'm having a pity party. [she's sad and it's embarrassing! why isn't she cool!]

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Yeah, I can see that. [they don't seem to be too fussed about that.]

If past experiences are to be believed, these really are just tests of resolve.

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[makes low grumbly sounds of discontent!!!

that's it, that's the tag. she hates having emotions. throw them out!]

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[well. they're both on the floor, so they sort of watch her instead of doing anything useful.]

...you may as well say whatever it is you're thinking. [or feeling.]

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I don't know if I know how to get past this.

[she says, finally, hiding her face in the blankets.]

... You're easy to talk to, did you know? I keep giving you all my secrets.

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Customer complaints, customer secrets...perhaps they're not so different. [a pause.]

It seems impossible now, I'm sure, but...didn't you say that light was always there? It just takes a bit to find.

[so she may say that now, but perhaps, down the road...it will become slightly easier to bear.]

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[silence, for a while - almost enough that might suggest that she's fallen asleep. but then, finally:]

It'll still be there when I have the energy to reach for it again.

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[. . .]

...rest for now then. On the bed, perhaps? [and not? the floor?]

[evocationary]

[hghhghhhhh]

I don't know if I can stand up. [weh]

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[...SIGHS.

FINE. FINE.






fine.


they get to their feet begrudgingly, looking at her for a moment before carefully picking her up in her blanket burrito to deposit her on the bed, being mindful of her injuries. they also take a few steps back after doing such.]