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「About an hour later.」
hey lup?
you came back too... didnt you?
hey lup?
you came back too... didnt you?
「And a few later.」
lup?
text me when youre done doing barry ok?
「The shit she's taught him... But he cannot find him either. He's not gonna fall into despair yet, he's had enough of that last week on top of kind of fading himself...」
dont take too long
「He doesn't know how long he has.」
lup?
text me when youre done doing barry ok?
「The shit she's taught him... But he cannot find him either. He's not gonna fall into despair yet, he's had enough of that last week on top of kind of fading himself...」
dont take too long
「He doesn't know how long he has.」
[ sometime this week, when lup is out and about, a small bird with long skinny legs flaps hurriedly down nearby. once it has their attention, its long skinny beak opens and words come pouring out! real actual words which don't sound bird voicey at all: ]
"Hi Taako! So I'm throwing a brunch in the orchard this Friday morning around elevenish and I'd love you to come! Please bring anything you--"
[ it seems kiki has a few lessons to learn if she's going to keep forgetting about the network..... ]
"Hi Taako! So I'm throwing a brunch in the orchard this Friday morning around elevenish and I'd love you to come! Please bring anything you--"
[ it seems kiki has a few lessons to learn if she's going to keep forgetting about the network..... ]
[Oh ho ho ho.
Lup doesn't even question the invitation, she just drops her voice into a perfect imitation of her twin's, grinning.]
Count me in, bubbale.
[Looks like Lup has a party to crash.]
Lup doesn't even question the invitation, she just drops her voice into a perfect imitation of her twin's, grinning.]
Count me in, bubbale.
[Looks like Lup has a party to crash.]
[It's a good thing that elves don't need sleep.]
uh
you wanna run that by me again hun???
uh
you wanna run that by me again hun???
so hey
do you remember
when you told me
you
were sealed and you know
the place with the curtains
was it a thing?
like
an item?
「HOW'S YOUR TRIP GOING, LUP?!」
do you remember
when you told me
you
were sealed and you know
the place with the curtains
was it a thing?
like
an item?
「HOW'S YOUR TRIP GOING, LUP?!」
Edited 2018-08-24 18:20 (UTC)
[HEY!! BAD!!!
Considering her whole trip so far as either involved ganging up on Nathan Drake with her twin, ganging up on her twin, or making out with Barry, there really is just no Good time to receive a text like this one.]
explain. now.
Considering her whole trip so far as either involved ganging up on Nathan Drake with her twin, ganging up on her twin, or making out with Barry, there really is just no Good time to receive a text like this one.]
explain. now.
what the fuck
what the FUCK
[you best believe she is on her way and fast]
what the FUCK
[you best believe she is on her way and fast]
okay so i guess this is a question for your fuckin brother or whatever but i dont want to deal with him so im askin you
youd fuckin know anyway
you know that pissy demon bitch we got around here? caedra?
youd fuckin know anyway
you know that pissy demon bitch we got around here? caedra?
fair he is a lot to deal with
and for sure
p hard to miss
especially with the whole island talking about her
and for sure
p hard to miss
especially with the whole island talking about her
[She spends like, easily the entire day trying to get up the courage to finally ask this, mostly because she's been struggling to do it for like a full ass week already. But with her brother advertising, maybe it's time? Or? Something?]
hey =^o^=
oh first hi i hope youre having a good day
and all that
but i wanted to ask
and its totally ok to say no or if youre busy thats fine but
i saw your brother was doing
magic stuff and
are you also doing
that
yep
[Fantastic.]
hey =^o^=
oh first hi i hope youre having a good day
and all that
but i wanted to ask
and its totally ok to say no or if youre busy thats fine but
i saw your brother was doing
magic stuff and
are you also doing
that
yep
[Fantastic.]
[so much adorable preface to a simple question. how very alphys]
for you? i guess i could make an exception
for you? i guess i could make an exception
[ Curufin is standing on the icy surface of the Hadriel lake, near the wooden shack he built to shelter the hold he hacked in the ice and the people who come there to dip water out of it. Behind him, the tundra plain rolls off into the distance. Above the hills, the sky ripples with mysterious veils of green Northern Lights. There is something uncanny about this backdrop, as though it were simultaneously the ice planet and some other, unknown world. As though the light of another universe was slowly and inexorably trying to leak through. ]
Lup? I must say goodbye to you.
Lup? I must say goodbye to you.
[Professionalism is not his strong suit, but Nate does his damnedest to scribe a boiler plate write-up that reads like something he might have issued from his office at the marine salvage company, as opposed to his usual informality.]
I'm heading up an expedition to the foothills of the mountain range in the next few days and looking for people with experience in excavation, long-term exploration, combat, and magic. I'm reaching out to you because I know you're proficient in at least one of these things, if not more, and I'm going to need all the help I can get.
It's a week out to the mountain range, maybe longer, and when we get there the intent is to locate and gain access to a bunker. With any luck we can learn something about this world we didn’t know before, and use it to our advantage.
This trip will be at least two weeks long. The weather is turning, snow is getting thick, and the temperatures will consistently be somewhere around freezing. Parts of this will suck. If you're interested, I need to know what you specifically can bring to the table in terms of survival and resources. Everyone's going to have to pitch in for shelter, food, and keeping watch, because we don't know what's out there.
Let me know as soon as you can. We leave at the first of the month.
Nathan Drake
I'm heading up an expedition to the foothills of the mountain range in the next few days and looking for people with experience in excavation, long-term exploration, combat, and magic. I'm reaching out to you because I know you're proficient in at least one of these things, if not more, and I'm going to need all the help I can get.
It's a week out to the mountain range, maybe longer, and when we get there the intent is to locate and gain access to a bunker. With any luck we can learn something about this world we didn’t know before, and use it to our advantage.
This trip will be at least two weeks long. The weather is turning, snow is getting thick, and the temperatures will consistently be somewhere around freezing. Parts of this will suck. If you're interested, I need to know what you specifically can bring to the table in terms of survival and resources. Everyone's going to have to pitch in for shelter, food, and keeping watch, because we don't know what's out there.
Let me know as soon as you can. We leave at the first of the month.
Nathan Drake
wow did a robot write this or what
but yeah w/e ofc im in my guy
but yeah w/e ofc im in my guy
Dear Lup,
First of all, thank you so much for dinner. I won't lie and say it was a lovely evening, but despite...what happened, I honestly do appreciate your making the effort, and it really was good seeing everyone in one place.
I was wondering if you had plans this Friday. I guess I'm really too old for this by now, but I was thinking it might be nice to have a real old school girl's night. Painting nails, drinking, more drinking, making choices we'll regret the next morning, the whole nine.
Of course, I understand if you're busy, or if it's just not your thing anymore. Or if, well, if sleeping over just isn't an option. I wouldn't want Barry to get jealous.
[ Taako, she means Taako. ]
Anyway, let me know. And thank you for the pastries. You know, you really don't have to keep delivering breakfast every morning. I promise, after this long, I know how to feed myself.
But the pastries are delicious.
Sincerely,
Lucretia
First of all, thank you so much for dinner. I won't lie and say it was a lovely evening, but despite...what happened, I honestly do appreciate your making the effort, and it really was good seeing everyone in one place.
I was wondering if you had plans this Friday. I guess I'm really too old for this by now, but I was thinking it might be nice to have a real old school girl's night. Painting nails, drinking, more drinking, making choices we'll regret the next morning, the whole nine.
Of course, I understand if you're busy, or if it's just not your thing anymore. Or if, well, if sleeping over just isn't an option. I wouldn't want Barry to get jealous.
[ Taako, she means Taako. ]
Anyway, let me know. And thank you for the pastries. You know, you really don't have to keep delivering breakfast every morning. I promise, after this long, I know how to feed myself.
But the pastries are delicious.
Sincerely,
Lucretia
( It starts quietly; her head thudding against the wall and the soft whisper of what an idiot. It starts with her hand brushing the mug she used for (no longer atrocious, thanks, Emily) coffee and the shatter of glass and porcelain as she tosses it through the window opposite, as though breaking things will break the ache in her chest and make it stop.
It doesn't. That pain continues to burn hot in her throat, her gut, her heart, a fire raging ceaselessly, melting every last patch of ice that logic tries to spring upon her.
It's ridiculous to act this way about something you knew was coming— she doesn't care. You're wasting energy and who's going to repair those windows? Or the wall?— that's someone else's problem. Another her, later, so much later.
Eventually, the itch, the need to attack the walls of her place here — one of Love's little houses, it seems more than appropriate, doesn't it? — dies down, a flame extinguished because there's nothing else to burn in her.
He's gone. Of course he is.
Why does she ever expect anything more? )
... You want to get a drink?
( Not everyone is, though, and she needs something more than kind words and reminders to look ahead and hope. She needs to get drunk.
The hoping can come later. )
It doesn't. That pain continues to burn hot in her throat, her gut, her heart, a fire raging ceaselessly, melting every last patch of ice that logic tries to spring upon her.
It's ridiculous to act this way about something you knew was coming— she doesn't care. You're wasting energy and who's going to repair those windows? Or the wall?— that's someone else's problem. Another her, later, so much later.
Eventually, the itch, the need to attack the walls of her place here — one of Love's little houses, it seems more than appropriate, doesn't it? — dies down, a flame extinguished because there's nothing else to burn in her.
He's gone. Of course he is.
Why does she ever expect anything more? )
... You want to get a drink?
( Not everyone is, though, and she needs something more than kind words and reminders to look ahead and hope. She needs to get drunk.
The hoping can come later. )
[Honestly, Kate doesn't need to say anything else. Lup can already tell it's something and something big.
Whoever hurt Kate is going to get incinerated.]
Not sure if you noticed, but it's like almost noon. So duh, of course, chicka. Wanna hit the speakeasy or enjoy some private girl time over at my place?
Whoever hurt Kate is going to get incinerated.]
Not sure if you noticed, but it's like almost noon. So duh, of course, chicka. Wanna hit the speakeasy or enjoy some private girl time over at my place?
[ It's Valentine's Day and Donut's all buttered up into his latest outfit all white feathers and toga garb. He's got his lucky bow and a slew of orders to fill! So, he does what Gods do best - he takes the easy way out. Being a literal Flower God chosen by Heaven Donut's got a few nifty abilities in times like these where he needs to delivery dozen and dozen of bouquets all in one day! He's like Santa Claus! And like Santa Claus he plays the part and dresses up in the good old white and red! One at a time, he picks up each special bouquet and teleports - bike and all - to each person!
One moment she might be at home, at the store, out hunting - wherever she might be Hadriel's local self-appointed Cupid comes a knocking wearing the traditional garb of his brethren sitting atop a decorated bike. ]
Hiya!
I'm the new Cupid in town with a Special Delivery!
One moment she might be at home, at the store, out hunting - wherever she might be Hadriel's local self-appointed Cupid comes a knocking wearing the traditional garb of his brethren sitting atop a decorated bike. ]
Hiya!
I'm the new Cupid in town with a Special Delivery!
[WELL HUH. This is entirely unexpected. Lup was expecting to get a gift for her husband, not something special for her!]
Howdy there, my guy. What brings you here? Making a delivery?
Howdy there, my guy. What brings you here? Making a delivery?
text backdated to idk right after taako's bullshit lessons
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2019-03-21 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
ok lup i need a favor
and this is real fuckin important so i need you to listen real careful ok
and this is real fuckin important so i need you to listen real careful ok
Lup,
I'm so sorry.
I don't know what else to say.
[ She doesn't even know if Lup is back yet. A small, cowardly part of her almost hopes that she isn't. She's not sure she's ready to face her yet, even over text. ]
I'm so sorry.
I don't know what else to say.
[ She doesn't even know if Lup is back yet. A small, cowardly part of her almost hopes that she isn't. She's not sure she's ready to face her yet, even over text. ]
[Oddly enough, Lucretia doesn't even get a reply. She just gets left on read.]
[ It's been a week since she'd walked away halfway through her conversation with Lup on the network. She'd half expected to come back to a dozen messages of ever-increasing intensity and insistence on a response, or even for Lup to show up to continue the argument in person when she'd realized Lucretia wasn't going to answer. But neither had happened. It's been fantasy radio silence on both their ends ever since.
They're not fighting. She doesn't think they are, anyway. But this is also so much longer than Lucretia's gone without talking to Lup since the day she'd arrived. She knows she's a coward for not reaching out; she's not about to deny that. But Lup...
Is she just waiting for Lucretia to make the first move? Is she actually angry? Would she even want to talk, at this point?
None of these unanswered questions are weighing on Lucretia's mind when she rolls over in bed to pick up her phone. It's early. She'd just woken up, is still half asleep, in fact, and a full eight hours had done wonders to wipe the last week of uncertainty and the ugly argument that had preceded it right out of her mind. All she's thinking is that it's a beautiful day, the Null have been relatively quiet so far, and what she really wants is to have Lup over to make scones and drink fancy coffee while they brainstorm together on what their next move should be. ]
Are you busy?
They're not fighting. She doesn't think they are, anyway. But this is also so much longer than Lucretia's gone without talking to Lup since the day she'd arrived. She knows she's a coward for not reaching out; she's not about to deny that. But Lup...
Is she just waiting for Lucretia to make the first move? Is she actually angry? Would she even want to talk, at this point?
None of these unanswered questions are weighing on Lucretia's mind when she rolls over in bed to pick up her phone. It's early. She'd just woken up, is still half asleep, in fact, and a full eight hours had done wonders to wipe the last week of uncertainty and the ugly argument that had preceded it right out of her mind. All she's thinking is that it's a beautiful day, the Null have been relatively quiet so far, and what she really wants is to have Lup over to make scones and drink fancy coffee while they brainstorm together on what their next move should be. ]
Are you busy?
[ Half a second later, her brain catches up with the rest of her, and she stares at horror at the unerasable, already-sent message, waiting patiently for Lup to read it. ]
Never mind
Wrong person
Please disregard.
Never mind
Wrong person
Please disregard.
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