This is Halloween!

[we_bring_hell]

The Bar loves her holidays, but she is also capable of respecting religious strictures. That's why she put a lot of thought into finding a Halloween costume for Harrow that works with her face paint and general insistence on the monochromatic.

Harrow, for her part, is baffled by the white-pinstriped black suit and the oversized bow, but the gloves are very cool, and the buckled shoes suit as well. She has no idea what's going on but she can live with this.

The Bar seems even more unusually populated than usual, and there are a lot of gourds around. Hm.

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[we_do_bones]

Harrow has one opinion of Moiraine. Gideon...is not sure hers is the same.

She frowns harder, but shakes her head. "She helped Harrow, on the Ninth," she says, a little reluctantly. "I don't understand whatever it is between the two of them," aside from what she assumes is just two magicians nerding out about magic and pedantry together, "but for helping Harrow, I kinda feel like I owe her one."

She's not super stoked about it, honestly.

[lightamidchaos]

He nods in understanding.

"We will be helping her soon, as well."

[we_do_bones]

"Really? Even with –" She makes a gesture meant to convey something along the lines of all this fucking nonsense?

"How?"

[lightamidchaos]

He nods again.

"There is a problem, in her world. A pool, that is harming people; consuming souls and releasing spirits, demons, and the dead. She needs assistance."

[we_do_bones]

"Spirit magic, huh?"

She says this with the vague understanding of someone who was too busy doing press-ups to pay attention when the smart people were talking. "Too bad there's no Fifth around. But can Wei Wuxian..."

She trails off, not sure how to ask. "You know, can he even be in a real world without going all...ghosty?"

[lightamidchaos]

"Spirit magic, or necromancy, or some combination. If it is the first, I can help."

He appreciates that she would ask.

"I think so. He has visited London Above. With Ingress."

[we_do_bones]

She nods. "I wonder how that works?"

Seems like the kind of thing that could occupy Palamedes Sextus for the better part of a month. "Well...good luck. Is anyone else going?"

Harrow hasn't mentioned it, but if it's spirit magic, Harrow...probably wouldn't be a lot of help anyhow.

[lightamidchaos]

"...perhaps," he says, a little cautiously.

Harrow had been very clear about her intent to help, but that does not mean that they will be traveling, especially not after the trip to the Ninth.

And he does not know if Wei Ying has talked about this to Ingress yet, and he has not yet asked Tom if his offer to assist would extend this far.

"I do not know for certain." He hesitates, then asks,

"Would you?"

[we_do_bones]

"Not without Harrow," she says, but nods. "But if she goes, so will I."

For some reason it has not occurred to her to ask Harrow whether she would go where Gideon wished, instead of the other way around. "I don't have any necromantic ability, but if there's something there that can be cut, stabbed, or hit, I'm your gal."

[lightamidchaos]

He nods back, then seems to consider something - or to consider her.

Perhaps both.

"Is there nothing like cultivation with the sword where you are from?"

[we_do_bones]

"You mean like using necromancy with a sword for focus, or something like that?"

She shakes her head. "I realize you've only known Harrow, so I'll fill you in: necromancers of the Nine Houses probably have, like eight muscles total. And that's if you put them all together. I've only ever seen one pick up a sword, and she's...definitely not the usual necromancer type. That's the whole reason cavaliers exist."

[lightamidchaos]

He shakes his head in turn.

"Not necromancy. More... traditional... cultivation, with qi. But yes, with the sword. Or in other ways, but the sword is also traditional."

"Where I am from -- necromancy is ... not usual. Or common. At all."

[we_do_bones]

She shakes her head again. "I haven't heard of anyone using magic like you do. I don't even know if it would be possible on dead planets like the Houses."

It is a gigantic bummer, because honestly, they could use all the help they can get. "It would be pretty useful, though, the next time I come up against that construct."

[lightamidchaos]

"It is more -- spiritual energy, than magic," he clarifies. "Only refined and concentrated. That is what cultivation is. Martial methods help to ensure balance."

She is too old to begin forming a golden core, almost certainly, but their world is different. Maybe there is something.

"I do not know if you could, but I would be willing to show you, if you wanted to try. And if not, there is always sword practice, to improve skill."

[we_do_bones]

"Lan Wangji!" she says, surprised and touched. "That's a...yeah. Yeah. Fuck, sure, I'll try it."

The only thing she's ever been good at is learning to fight. And if there's a chance she can learn a new trick...?

"Either way, I need all the practice and training I can get."

[lightamidchaos]

He nods.

"Then we will."

Carefully, he settles the white wings against his back.

"... once this event has passed."

[we_do_bones]

"Yeah," she agrees. "Good call. Who knows what else this place will trot out?"

Not her. She only knows enough to be sure there's no way she can brace for it.

[lightamidchaos]

"Mn."

He sounds resigned, but not upset about it.

[we_do_bones]

"How've you been aside from, uh..."

She gestures at the wings, then winks at him. "I heard you and Wei Wuxian are a thing. Nice."

What? She can appreciate how cute Wei Wuxian is, even if he's not her preferred gender.

[lightamidchaos]

The faintest of smiles touches his lips, but for Lan Wangji, it is the equivalent of a beaming grin.

"Yes."

Without any sign of hesitation or embarrassment, he adds,

"Very nice indeed."

(Were Wei Ying to witness this, he would undoubtedly accuse Lan Wangji of shamelessness. He would not be wrong.)

"I hear you have also recently found such happiness."

[we_do_bones]

It's cute. It reminds her of how Magnus and Abigail smiled at each other, like they still couldn't believe how they managed to luck out.

Is that how she feels about Harrow, and everything they are to each other? She does a quick and dirty search of her feelings, can't find anything she can easily describe, and gives up. Happiness, she thinks, is maybe not the right word. It doesn't fit this fierceness, the devotion, the way if Harrow broke something Gideon thinks she would be the one feeling the pain. There isn't anything easy about loving Harrow, just like there's nothing easy about hefting her sword. It's just something she does now, like instinct.

It's like loving herself – it doesn't always make her happy, but it always makes her more than she could be otherwise. "Cat's out of the bag," is what she says, light.

"Not even the Reverend Daughter can resist all this, I guess. I was just born too attractive."

[lightamidchaos]

Without missing a beat:

"It is the curse you must carry."

[we_do_bones]

"We all have our struggles," she says, pseudo-philosophically in that particular way that always makes Harrow roll her eyes.

(And, occasionally, trip her up with a passing skeleton.)

"Now we just gotta hook Ingress up. Know any cute singles?"

She does, but they're all either obnoxious or dying.

[lightamidchaos]

"Not here."

Which, of course, is not a 'no.'

[we_do_bones]

"Yeah, me neither. I guess I really only know you three."

And Moiraine and Tom, but also, not really?

But thinking about cute single people that she knows makes her think about Dulcinea, and that makes her feel really weird, so she hops away from the thought with a quickness.

Three is still more people than she's ever cared to know before Canaan House, though. She turns to glance over the crowd. "Pretty good pickings tonight, anyhow."