Libuscha IV System Mingle (no. 1)

[necromanswers]

Who: Everyone! OTA!
Broadcast: sure why not
Action: yeahhhhhh
When: 11/12 to 1/4 (minus 12/26)


It's Candlenights! Or Christmas! Or whatever! It's festive! Go celebrate, explore, go get free stuff from a tree!!

More importantly it's a mingle!

--SYSTEM INFORMATION--

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[shroudedsecrets]

[Be careful what you wish for. If anything, Lup's display resonated with some of Haggar's misgivings about this world. How it all felt too good to be true, in certain respects. So much of that power. Goals and hopes, just out of reach. Neither of them had to come down here and yet they did, really, all but compelled to and urged on by those urging, ringing tones.

She still does not speak, allowing Lup that moment to recall herself and her surroundings on her own. Perhaps it was a moment in which nothing could be said, and perhaps that was fair: once one was on a path down self-destruction, time and space and even a regrettable action or two might occur before some sort of recovery. No stranger could offer any comfort where harsh truths were concerned.

Whatever truth the item -- Haggar quite honestly was not certain what sort of weapon it is, aside from it's power -- holds for Lup, she had clearly decided to take it anyway, for all it had caused her reaction. Something to take ownership of, perhaps, for all the pain it had caused her, unless there was any connection between that and her wish. That, Haggar could only make guesses at, until--or if, rather--Lup chose to disclose it for herself.

The moment their eyes meet is brief; Haggar's expression is perhaps unreadable to an extent, not as stony but soft, knowing well that there's nothing she can say, and perhaps even if there were, Lup would not be ready to hear it, anyway. It is clear that Lup only wants to run, get as far away as she can. Only here there was no cat present to chase about, to distract. Perhaps she'd find another way to handle herself. Time. She would find her later, no doubt, though after giving enough time for her to wind down from this. Perhaps for both of them.

Haggar watches her go, then closes her eyes, allowing herself to sigh once she is alone. She too, needs time to herself, after all of this, after all this bearing and rawness and who knew what else. This was much... so much more than she had even come down here for. A search, always driving her, and it had always been so much more than that. The area glows brightly once more, her marks tingling in an almost painful way.]

... Curiosity killed the cat.

[Softly murmuring that same phrase Katie had told her months before, and one she found herself referring to often, because of that second line, even if there was no satisfaction to be brought back here. She steps toward the beckoning crystal at last, and waits for the flash.

What she receives...

She tucks it close to her, because even in the glimpse she had it was difficult to look at. A tangible reminder of something precious that was lost. It burns metaphorically but she knows this too is a truth she must bear. And she also must leave, quick as she can out of that sacred place. This was a day of well-earned brooding. But later. Later. She would take Kova to Lup.]