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The Bar has not relented in her attempts to get Harrow to eat something with slightly more calories than air. After many false starts, she seems to have struck gold with potatoes, a vegetable Harrow has never had before.

Mashed was a success; soup went well, too. But chips--ahhh, chips. Hot, salty, taste like almost nothing at all. Harrow may never eat anything else again. After several false starts in the dipping sauce area she has made peace with a light sprinkling of vinegar. The only problem is they make her gloves and her papers greasy.

Therefore, find Harrowhark Nonagesimus at a table with her journal and a skeletal hand, drawing spirals and... God help us... eating chips with a fork. It could be worse. The hand could be feeding them to her.

Date: 2020-10-12 05:14 am (UTC)
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Bones are embedded in patterns throughout the arch of the lintel, and the catacombs are dark. Darker, perhaps, than she remembers.

She looks round and strides over to a torch mounted on the wall. She takes out her tinderbox and sets it alight.

"We can carry that with us. Will you need both your hands free should there be a bother?"

Date: 2020-10-12 04:17 pm (UTC)
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"I think I'll keep my sword in hand," she says, handing over the torch. "I don't have magic to call on should I need it."

But she absolutely has her sword.

Date: 2020-10-12 04:33 pm (UTC)
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"That would make sense. I doubt very much if these remains were interred at the same place in London Above. More like this is where they've collected once they've been forgotten."

Or dug up wantonly for construction in times before anyone cared overly much about the bones being laid to rest.

"Is there something that can be done? Or should be done?"

...And is the sweating blood normal, because Ingress is getting a little worried.

Date: 2020-10-12 04:55 pm (UTC)
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"Hmm. So we're in a bother?"

Ingress doesn't seem too worried, but she slips into a guarded stance, ready to act.

Date: 2020-10-12 05:10 pm (UTC)
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"That we can do, I should think."

She begins backing up, her eyes fixed on the darkness ahead as the scuttling intensifies.

"I know I said I wouldn't coddle, but are you doing okay? Please let me know if I may assist you in any way."

Date: 2020-10-12 06:25 pm (UTC)
herald_ingress: (seriously)
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Ingress will scoop Harrow up bodily and fling her over her shoulder, if she has to. The girl is light enough that Ingress bets she can both carry her and fight or open a way out.

"Right. So there's something in front of us and something behind. We can always go sideways, if I can touch a surface."

But where's the fun in that?

Date: 2020-10-12 07:26 pm (UTC)
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She takes it, holding it high.

“Oh, the poor thing,” she says. Ingress has empathy for all manner of things.

She keeps her sword unsheathed, however.

Date: 2020-10-12 08:26 pm (UTC)
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Ingress advances, alarmed, not so much by the blood magic - that’s normal to her - but more because Harrow has stuck her hand in a skeletal mouth. She doesn’t think the teeth would be sharp enough to bite off fingers, but this is a scenario she has never dealt with before.

The revenant moans, a shattered husky scrape of sound that spills chills down Ingress’ spine.

Date: 2020-10-12 10:01 pm (UTC)
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Ingress cocks her head, baffled for a moment. She looks from Harrow to the revenant and back to Harrow once more.

Then she bursts out laughing. There may be a snort on the next inhaled breath.

“Temple and Arch. Oh. I’m not laughing at its state of being, which is tragic, but that... was not what I expected. Tag I’m it, indeed.”

Date: 2020-10-12 10:50 pm (UTC)
herald_ingress: (cute as a button)
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“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” she says, sitting down beside Harrow.

She can tell Harrow’s going to need a moment, and that’s fine. Ingress has moments to give. She rummages in a pocket and fishes out a handkerchief, offering it to her if she wants it.

“Well, if I’m ever bones like that, I hope someone comes along who’ll let me laugh one more time.”

Date: 2020-10-13 12:34 am (UTC)
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This is all probably normal. Right? And not a sign of a medical emergency in the making. Harrow needs water, probably, and rest under warm blankets.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Ingress agrees, and she pats soothing circles on Harrow’s bony back. She feels for this strong prickly girl who tries so hard to have edges that viciously slice whoever comes into contact with her. It’s a shame that blood loss and the draining effects of one’s magic are what it takes for those edges to soften.

Ingress will never tell her about her moment of weakness and slip of tongue.

After a few silent moments, Ingress lowers her head to speak softly in Harrow’s ear. “Harrow, I can take you back to Milliways from here, if you’d like. Or we can wait here a little longer until you’re ready to move on.”

She’s not sure why, exactly, that she presses a little kiss to Harrow’s temple. It just seems like the right thing to do.

Date: 2020-10-13 02:08 am (UTC)
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"Okay, up you get," she says, hoisting the smaller girl into her arms. She supports her shoulders and head with one arm, with the other scooped under her bent knees.

Harrow weighs nothing. Ingress frowns. She's so slight.

"I've got you, and you'll be back in a tic, alright?" Her voice is cheery even though her furrowed brow isn't going anywhere. She carries Harrow the few steps to the wall, shifting her in her arms so she can reach out and press her palm against it.

She steps through and into Milliways.

"I'll help you to your room," she says, and her tone brooks no opposition! Except for the pesky fact that she doesn't know which one it is. She should have gone up with her before, but she'd had no idea this would happen. "What's your room number?"

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