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[we_bring_hell]

Nothing is wrong. Well, nothing new is wrong. It's just that sometimes you wake up and hate everything, starting with yourself and extending outward from there.


She has snarled at Gideon, banished Gideon to the distant past, and is now sulking about being abandoned by Gideon. She was trying to work on the Lyctoral theorems, but her bile got in the way, and now she's chewing on her interdimensional communication mechanism.

She is considering burning characters into her living bones while her cavalier is away and without a healer standing by, because she may be 90% of Gideon's self-control but Gideon is 70% of her self-preservation.

The Mountain Goats is blaring; Transcendental Youth.

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[herald_ingress]

When Ingress stopped by Bar, she was surprised to find a note from Gideon waiting for her. It's a brief note. Ingress nods, thanks Bar, and accepts the challenge.

She can definitely protect Harrow from death!

(But can Ingress survive Harrow's mood? That remains to be seen.)

She looks around the main room for Harrow, but doesn’t see her. She checks the library, but she’s not there either. Ingress frowns a little, not worried exactly, not like on the day she and Lan Wangji searched so frantically, but now she’s determined to find her. Ingress goes upstairs to check Harrow’s room.

Huh. That music sure is loud. That’s a good sign she’s there, though, right?

Ingress knocks on the door. “Hello, it’s Ingress. Are you there?”

[we_do_bones]

Gideon is in a much better mood than the one she was in when Harrow all but shoved her out the door earlier in the day. She knows Harrow probably won't be, but she feels a lot more equipped to handle that, now.

Tea. Meditation. Providing those things for others.

Harrow isn't much for tea or meditation, but that doesn't mean Gideon can't try to help her ease up. And maybe Gideon has a better understanding of just being nearby without actively doing anything, too.

(The rabbits were extremely helpful.)

Even the gloomy music currently blaring from the speakers doesn't dampen her spirits; she comes in and starts peeling off extraneous robes without waiting to see if Harrow will send her away again. "Hey, Harrow, I got you something."