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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--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.]