pc catchall for lup.

[agleam]

Comments

[evocationary]

Not in that one. Different door. [also, valid?] You're not wrong, it kind of uh, it reeks of the type of hallucinations and provoking stuff that happened in the station.

Mind tricks. Things to unsettle us, scare us. It's probably funny to whatever is watching.

[agleam]

...So that's the kind of entertainment they're looking for, then.

[unsurprisingly, he sounds angry as he says that.]

[evocationary]

Yeah, sounds like it. [a long sigh.] So we can expect more of this.

[agleam]

[he pauses - he's still angry, but he's not the one who had to see it firsthand, so he turns his attention back to her.]

Do you - want to talk about it? It's okay if you don't. Just, it must have been terrifying.

[evocationary]

[she pauses, looking down at hand - it's more her palm leading to her wrist that has a cut through it, and she grimaces.]

I'm not really scared of a lot of things. [and back at the door.] I'm more powerful than anything I've come across. Except for the UWU.

[agleam]

[he nods, after a moment.]

It'd scare me, too, if I came across one of the only things I couldn't beat.

[evocationary]

[she's quiet, absently rubbing at a specific part of the back of her neck.]

[agleam]

...But it wasn't real. It's not really here. You said that you were able to stop it eventually back at the last place you were, right?

[he's not sure whether that'll help right to remember right this second, but - it's worth a try.]

[evocationary]

Yeah. They killed it.

[deep breath.] It's fine. It wasn't real, it was just whoever fucking with me. Sorry, just, y'know - the old PTSD or whatever! I'll get over it.

Um, I have no idea where to find bandaids.

[agleam]

Ah - you don't have to apologize. And you don't need to be okay right this second, either... That sounded really scary.

[he doesn't know what ptsd is but he can slightly guess from context.]

We might need to use something else... I haven't seen any of those around. We could cut some fabric off one of the shirts in the gift shop, maybe...?

[evocationary]

That could work. Commit crimes to fix crimes. Good, yes, yep.

[she's a little jittery now, rip] Let's go.

[agleam]

...Okay, yeah. Let's head there.

[off they go! he glances her way, clearly concerned, every couple of moments as they walk.]

[evocationary]

[she's fine! totally!!!

once they get to the gift shop, she wanders over to the shirts, chewing her bottom lip.] Hmm. Does it count as free advertising if you bleed all over the merch?

[agleam]

Free advertising?

[what's marketing]

[evocationary]

... Yes? Are you asking about like, the concept of, or.

[agleam]

Yeah, I don't know what that means.

[evocationary]

Oh, okay, so like - everybody has a brand, right? You have to have a brand. So you design some stuff to represent your whole deal, and then put it on a t-shirt, and it's this.

[wipes blood on a shirt.]

[agleam]

...Having a brand is wiping blood on a shirt?

[NO]

[evocationary]

[RUPERT]

No, that's disrespecting a brand. Or - well, it might not be. It really depends on if your name is Harrow or not.

[agleam]

[nods slowly...]

Okay. I'm now a little bit concerned in addition to being confused.

[evocationary]

That is a perfect response to Harrow in general.

[agleam]

[he laughs.]

She hasn't said anything that concerning to me!

[Not Yet.]

[evocationary]

Yet! Just wait until she goes on a bone tirade!

[this is so affectionate, lup loves harrow]

[agleam]

A... bone tirade?

[harrow your bones]

[evocationary]

... Have you not heard about the bones? Please ask her. Tell her to rattle off all the names of bones.