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hadriel_logs2018-05-13 12:33 am
knockthemdead) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-05-13 12:33 am
[closed] hard times
Who: Kravitz + Lup
What: Burning shit & pointedly not being sad fucks
Where: Taako+ Lup's room > library?? Clinic?? Places that are already wrecks.
When: Backdated to the 3rd
Warnings: n/a, will update if necessary
[They've looked everywhere that both he and Lup could think to try- twice. His messages won't go through to Taako's phone. His room remains empty, and as the hours passed, Kravitz was forced to accept it.
He's gone.
Neither he nor Lup say it, but Kravitz can feel the shift in atmosphere like a crushing weight. They sit on the floor of his and Lup's shared room, backs to Taako's bed, and it's the first time he can recall any sort of silence in Lup's presence. It doesn't feel right.
Right now, nothing feels right.
Kravitz wraps his hand around a scrap of cloth on the floor beside him, and stares down at it. The color is familiar, and he thinks it might be the wrap Taako wore when they went fishing. He feels hollow inside.]
Would you like to break something?
What: Burning shit & pointedly not being sad fucks
Where: Taako+ Lup's room > library?? Clinic?? Places that are already wrecks.
When: Backdated to the 3rd
Warnings: n/a, will update if necessary
[They've looked everywhere that both he and Lup could think to try- twice. His messages won't go through to Taako's phone. His room remains empty, and as the hours passed, Kravitz was forced to accept it.
He's gone.
Neither he nor Lup say it, but Kravitz can feel the shift in atmosphere like a crushing weight. They sit on the floor of his and Lup's shared room, backs to Taako's bed, and it's the first time he can recall any sort of silence in Lup's presence. It doesn't feel right.
Right now, nothing feels right.
Kravitz wraps his hand around a scrap of cloth on the floor beside him, and stares down at it. The color is familiar, and he thinks it might be the wrap Taako wore when they went fishing. He feels hollow inside.]
Would you like to break something?
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Their investigation through the city came up short. No matter where they looked or who they spoke to, Taako was just nowhere to be found. His name was still on the device, even if no call would connect, but that doesn't ease any of her worry. The elf remembers exactly where he'd been when he'd been dragged into Hadriel. It was right before the fight, only moments before their big reunion. What if Taako was taken back to Faerûn briefly but then killed during the final battle with the Hunger? What if they were finally reunited back there only for Lup to lose her brother completely?
If he was killed in Faerûn, would she know it? Would his name stay stuck in her phone forever, unable to put the call through, or would she look and find it just gone one day? Lup can't quite decide which is worse.
But Kravitz speaks and Lup shakes herself free from her thoughts, finally glancing over to acknowledge his presence. For a moment, it had been so quiet, she'd almost forgotten he was with her. That they were both grieving over her twin being ripped from them.]
Really love to break the face of every damn lich in this city.
[Maybe not what he meant, but it might help a little.]
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He doesn't laugh at her words, because they're clearly not a joke. He'd like to do much the same.]
Mm. We could always vandalize their shit. Maybe one of them will turn up.
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[Finally, finally, she catches his eye, a sudden spark lit up behind her own. Whatever she'd been expecting Kravitz to reply with, it hadn't been anywhere near that. But the fact that he does, that he feels the same need to cause some destruction and hurt to this place that's taken the most important person to them both?
It's a new connection between the two of them, binding them by their shared grief.
Maybe Kravitz isn't as much of a square as she always assumed.]
Yeah. Let's, let's fuckin' do it. Draw them out and then kick their asses. Fuck up their shit. All of it.
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Or, like, be egged.]
Precisely. Either we lure them out, or we simply commit to some aimless property damage. Win-win, in my book.
[His eyes dull as he continues;]
What do we have to lose, anyhow?
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Nothing now.
[A little dark, a little too despairing, but how could it possibly be anything but true? They've both lost their most important person. What the fuck else even comes close to mattering?]
Let's fuck their shit up.