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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.
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.
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Date: 2020-10-12 05:03 am (UTC)As they move down the stairs, she can feel the ambient thanergy climbing; it reminds her of her ears popping as the shuttle left the atmosphere on Drearburh. The fog is pouring down the stairs with them. "It feels less... angry than I'd expect from a mass uprising."
The scuttling sounds grow louder as they descend, and then, as they reach the catacombs, they stop abruptly. Eerie silence falls over the catacombs. Even Harrow's night vision isn't equal to the dark depths.
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Date: 2020-10-12 05:14 am (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2020-10-12 02:20 pm (UTC)A sharp-edged smile crosses Harrow's painted face. The other woman's bravery and toughness sparks something, half memory and half desire.
"You should keep your hands free," she says. "I will not need my left hand as much." She holds out her hand as she looks around. "What a beautiful space."
But disturbed. The energy here is restive, turbulent.
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Date: 2020-10-12 04:17 pm (UTC)But she absolutely has her sword.
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Date: 2020-10-12 04:24 pm (UTC)"There are bones missing from here," she says. "Or quite a few people were buried missing large chunks of themselves. I can sense... three hundred complete skeletons, but about a dozen with missing bones, quite random. If whole skeletons are absent, of course, I would not know."
"But my guess is that a skeleton or skeletons have been assembled haphazardly from bones that don't belong together." Phalanges scrape over stone, quite close by, and Harrow swallows. She is beginning to sweat blood from asserting her power so wantonly on a thalergetic world and her elbow is burning.
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Date: 2020-10-12 04:33 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-10-12 04:38 pm (UTC)"And they have appropriated bones that are not their own--they probably lacked the power to free themselves from the niches above, but these were just lying around. That is not usually approved of."
"Revenants are usually limited to their own power--what Wei Wuxian calls resentful energy. But if they kill, they can feed on that thanergy."
Scuttle, scuttle, scuttle.
"And--I believe we are surrounded."
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Date: 2020-10-12 04:55 pm (UTC)Ingress doesn't seem too worried, but she slips into a guarded stance, ready to act.
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Date: 2020-10-12 05:10 pm (UTC)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."
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Date: 2020-10-12 05:51 pm (UTC)"You will know when I have overextended myself. My nose is not even bleeding yet."
They are making good time back towards the stairs, despite moving backwards. The scuttling remains in front of them, and Harrow has the uncomfortable feeling of being herded.
Her bootheel strikes the last stair. At the same time, a curiously light footfall lands on a step above, and then another. Something is coming down to meet them.
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Date: 2020-10-12 06:25 pm (UTC)"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?
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Date: 2020-10-12 06:52 pm (UTC)The scuttling has grown no closer, only tapdancing around the edge of the light in a way calculated to unnerve.
The footsteps thump closer... closer... closer... revealing a skeleton that has apparently gathered the energy to claw itself out of its niche above. It leans forward, mandible dangling, points of light burning in its eye sockets. Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, it says.
"It... it wants to speak," Harrow says. "Take the torch." Her right arm is too numb to go for her athame.
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Date: 2020-10-12 07:26 pm (UTC)“Oh, the poor thing,” she says. Ingress has empathy for all manner of things.
She keeps her sword unsheathed, however.
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Date: 2020-10-12 07:29 pm (UTC)"It says--"
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Date: 2020-10-12 08:26 pm (UTC)The revenant moans, a shattered husky scrape of sound that spills chills down Ingress’ spine.
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Date: 2020-10-12 08:38 pm (UTC)"Tag. Found you."
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Date: 2020-10-12 10:01 pm (UTC)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.”
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Date: 2020-10-12 10:08 pm (UTC)She touches the skull like a benediction, and it stumps back up the stairs. Behind them, receding skittering sounds as the bones return to their shelves and mosaics. "She played here too, as a child. And heard generations of children playing--and longed. Your words, and no doubt my presence, drove her to take finally action."
Harrow wavers, and sits suddenly on a step, rubbing her thumbs on her temples. The right leaves smears of blood. "Lady Ingress, only you could wake a revenant motivated not by rage but by a longing for fun."
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Date: 2020-10-12 10:50 pm (UTC)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.”
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Date: 2020-10-12 11:16 pm (UTC)She sags against the cold stone, which feels amazing on her hot face. "There is a skeleton inside us all," she says, a little light-headed. "And one day yours will be mine, Griddle."
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Date: 2020-10-13 12:34 am (UTC)“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.
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Date: 2020-10-13 12:56 am (UTC)She does not react to the rubbing of her back; perhaps it does not penetrate her hazy perceptions that it is coming from a living source. But upon the kiss her face bursts into flames, ears fire-engine red, and her black eyes go wide.
"Y-yes. Milliways, please," she stammers. There's an ache in her stomach and from parts of her body that Harrow tries to forget exist at the best of times, like her heart.
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Date: 2020-10-13 02:08 am (UTC)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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Date: 2020-10-13 02:14 am (UTC)Harrow is, for the second time in a few short weeks, in the arms of an absolutely enormous swordswoman and has no idea how she is supposed to react. There is a roaring in her ears. As she did with Gideon, she pretends to be unconscious.
Until the inconvenient question. Damnation. "...99," she croaks, and then flops her head back dramatically.
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