Oh, you met my girl, Kyna? And I mean, yeah, she deffo does. [Lup says never having had an actual conversation with Wash] But she's a big girl and capable of taking care of herself. I'm not worried.
[And Lup ends up being wrong, then she'll actually aim to maim the guy this time.]
C'mon, tough guy, we can chat and light shit up at the same time. I wanna hear all about this.
I hope she sets him on fire, [Ephemera mutters, tugging his helmet on. She's friends with Lup and threatened to light him up more than once, so Kyna ought to be able to manage that.] C'mon. Asshole broke my flame throwers, but I have gasoline.
Same. [Honestly, that's the Good End as far as Lup is concerned.]
Also, fucking what? He broke your flamethrower? That's bullshit.
[In mid-float to the cave entrance, Lup summons fire to her palms before letting it trail up her body again, giving her incorporeal form a little more (fiery) substance.] Well, if you need a light, I'm good for it.
[Ephemera waves one of his gauntlets at her, showing off the wreck that Washington made of it. Fucker shot the canisters and they burned and burned and burned.] I know. He ruined my fucking tattoo!
[He's more pissed about that than anything else.]
You're the best, Lup. C'mon! Let's burn some shit!
[Her mouth scrunches up at that.] Rude. Okay so, here's a thought. I'm not allowed to roast the guy again, but what if cha' girl went and did a little haunting instead? Totally hands off! Just, y'know, a check in.
[Kyna and Drake couldn't scold her for that! Well, they probably could, but...]
Oh, hell yeah, this is what I'm here for! Race you inside! [It's not super fair when she can just float through things, but Lup zips forward ahead anyway, laughing and lighting up his path into the cave.]
[BOO. Though Lup laughs at how defensive Ephemera sounds when he calls Wash unattractive.
Even if the cave splits off into branches and winds this way and that, Lup's infectious laughter and the light her whole body casts helps guide Ephemera deeper into the cave, the lich eventually pausing to give him time to catch up with her. Racing is only so much fun when you can't reach a state of exhaustion. Kinda defeats the purpose.]
Soo, not that I'm complaining, but what's got us out here burning through monsters? [There's the frantic beating of heavy wings echoing down their tunnel, Lup shooting the man a wry grin before floating forward with him towards the source of the noise.] You good?
Fair, [Lup won't push if he's not into talking. They can just do the exploding thing instead. She's down.]
--But y'know, if you wanted to, like, we're friends so hit me up or whatevs. [She's not good at this, but she wanted to throw it out there. The main point is they are friends. His vulnerabilities are safe with her.
But now with that in the air, Lup shoots ahead as if to brush aside the lingering awkwardness of her offer, just to come to the entrance of a larger space in the cave, which just so happens to be a den full of harpies. The bird-women are perched above, their nests built into the cave wall.]
[For how easily she flits from person to person, touching and teasing and smiling and always laughing, Lup’s inner circle of friends is surprisingly small. But Ephemera is one of the few she trusts in Hadriel. So may as well call this blossoming friendship for what it is.
Though maybe Lup’s smile is a little sweeter after that admission. Just a little.
Let’s hope you’re a better shot than you were during paintball!
[But the woman quickly throws out a few bright fireballs, aiming straight for the very flammable nests above them. The harpies shriek, an ungodly combination between a bird’s squawk and a human’s scream, before quickly taking flight and focusing in on the pair below. Needless to say, they aren’t super happy with them.]
Ephemera readies his weapon and, even with her teasing, Lup can tell already how good a shot he actually is. While he shoots through some of the women, Lup casts another fireball and roasts one of the harpies that had been attempting to get behind them. The bird-woman shrieks, too human a scream for Lup's liking, and falls to the floor in a heap of burning feathers.]
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Promises, promises. I'm gonna hold you to that one.
[He shrugs at the question.]
I said stuff. He said stuff. I said more stuff. Then he punched me.
[Ephemera considers this a moment.]
I probably deserved it. Kyna seems nice. I told her she had bad taste.
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Oh, you met my girl, Kyna? And I mean, yeah, she deffo does. [Lup says never having had an actual conversation with Wash] But she's a big girl and capable of taking care of herself. I'm not worried.
[And Lup ends up being wrong, then she'll actually aim to maim the guy this time.]
C'mon, tough guy, we can chat and light shit up at the same time. I wanna hear all about this.
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[And homemade grenades. Fuck you, Washington.]
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Also, fucking what? He broke your flamethrower? That's bullshit.
[In mid-float to the cave entrance, Lup summons fire to her palms before letting it trail up her body again, giving her incorporeal form a little more (fiery) substance.] Well, if you need a light, I'm good for it.
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[He's more pissed about that than anything else.]
You're the best, Lup. C'mon! Let's burn some shit!
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[Kyna and Drake couldn't scold her for that! Well, they probably could, but...]
Oh, hell yeah, this is what I'm here for! Race you inside! [It's not super fair when she can just float through things, but Lup zips forward ahead anyway, laughing and lighting up his path into the cave.]
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[Washington is definitely not attractive.
But he has a race to win. Which is much more fun than talking about Washington. Ephemera laughs, puts his head down, and runs.]
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Even if the cave splits off into branches and winds this way and that, Lup's infectious laughter and the light her whole body casts helps guide Ephemera deeper into the cave, the lich eventually pausing to give him time to catch up with her. Racing is only so much fun when you can't reach a state of exhaustion. Kinda defeats the purpose.]
Soo, not that I'm complaining, but what's got us out here burning through monsters? [There's the frantic beating of heavy wings echoing down their tunnel, Lup shooting the man a wry grin before floating forward with him towards the source of the noise.] You good?
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The question catches him by surprise.]
Hnn? Oh.
[He considers how to answer that.]
Yeah. I just don't wanna think about some stuff.
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--But y'know, if you wanted to, like, we're friends so hit me up or whatevs. [She's not good at this, but she wanted to throw it out there. The main point is they are friends. His vulnerabilities are safe with her.
But now with that in the air, Lup shoots ahead as if to brush aside the lingering awkwardness of her offer, just to come to the entrance of a larger space in the cave, which just so happens to be a den full of harpies. The bird-women are perched above, their nests built into the cave wall.]
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[Ephemera sounds slightly surprised as he says it. He has friends.
But in the meantime, there are monsters to kill. Ephemera draws his pistol, getting ready.]
Flush 'em out, I'll start shooting.
[Maybe afterwards, he'll ask her advice.]
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Though maybe Lup’s smile is a little sweeter after that admission. Just a little.
Let’s hope you’re a better shot than you were during paintball!
[But the woman quickly throws out a few bright fireballs, aiming straight for the very flammable nests above them. The harpies shriek, an ungodly combination between a bird’s squawk and a human’s scream, before quickly taking flight and focusing in on the pair below. Needless to say, they aren’t super happy with them.]
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Hello, bird women. Meet bullets.]
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Ephemera readies his weapon and, even with her teasing, Lup can tell already how good a shot he actually is. While he shoots through some of the women, Lup casts another fireball and roasts one of the harpies that had been attempting to get behind them. The bird-woman shrieks, too human a scream for Lup's liking, and falls to the floor in a heap of burning feathers.]