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(last updated: 1/21/19)

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[The room beyond the curtains isn't nearly so domestic. There are no decorations, no furniture, no windows or doors. Every wall is draped in that same black fabric, soft and pliant but impassable. Any attempt to go beyond it is futile. The atmosphere of this place is also... oppressive, steeped in negative emotions: there's fear, there's anger, there's loneliness.

There's so much loneliness here.

no one comes here

no one finds me

There's a set of objects scattered in the room seemingly at random, sprawled haphazardly on the floor
-an intricately decorated umbrella
-a silver gauntlet with fiery accents
-a human skull
-a folded paper note, sealed in wax with a lipstick mark above it
-a little copper bell

And in the center of the room is Lup again... or a being that could be Lup, anyway. Her flesh, features, and casual clothing are all gone, leaving a spectral figure in a flowing red robe hovering a few inches above the ground. Skeletal hands are visible below the sleeves, and eerie, glowing red eyes peer out of the shadow of her hood. When she speaks, her voice has an echoing quality to it, as befitting the ghostly body it's coming from.]

...I did kind of warn you.

[This feels like the tomb of the Seiryuu. It's a feeling that wants to crush him and yet he remains standing tall as he looks around, as he actually takes off his mask here and sets it down.

It's lonely. It feels hurt and angry and...

He looks at the objects around the room. And then he looks at Lup. But he shows no sign of surprise or fear. Even without her usual appearance this is still Lup and he cares about her.

So he walks right over to her and reaches his hand out in offering. He doesn't know if he can touch her but if he can then he wants to. Just so she can perhaps have a moment where she won't feel so alone here in this dark room.]

[The specter hesitates, staring blankly at the offered hand for a long moment. Finally she reaches out and makes contact- or at least attempts to do so. The bones of her hand pass through his fingers, unable to hold on or accept his offer. Even as her hand phases through his, he can still feel her presence- it's cold, very cold, like touching ice. Dead things have no warmth to carry.

And with that contact comes thoughts, unbidden and uncensored, like a rush of scattered emotions--

it's been so long

am i going crazy

taako?

don't even remember what i looked like

he can't hear me

back soon, my ass

i'm here!! i'm right here!!

sorry i'm so sorry

what did she do to you

i'm going to fucking kill them

She lets her hand hang in the air like that, letting him decide how much he wants to commit to this. She knows it's... unpleasant.]

[All of these thoughts... It really is like the ghost of the Seiryuu.

He looks at her and then he actually opens his arms out. Like he's welcoming her into an embrace.

There's no hesitation in his eyes. He accepts every last part of her. Every last part.]

[She makes no move to come closer to him, and after a long, serious moment, she quietly backs away from him, retreating uncomfortably from this unexpected acceptance, her robe fluttering in some unseen wind.]

...Why?

[Why would anyone be okay with this? Walking in here, being stuck in this cold, dark place? No one should accept this place, or her. Least of all someone who had no idea it was coming.]

You're Lup.

[As far as he's concerned he doesn't need another reason. She's Lup and she's his friend. He wants to open himself to everything that she is. Accept all of her. Even whatever this is.]

[Silence greets him again, lingering in the air. Finally a quick and quiet laugh echoes around them, bouncing off the floor, silenced in the fabric of the curtains.]

Right, right. Friends help each other. Even if friends are monsters, huh?

I'm a monster too. I don't mind.

[And he's still standing where he was, still waiting. It's clear that he means what he has to say about himself. He fully believes himself to be a monster but that it's okay. There are people out there who still want him despite that. Lup deserves to have that too.]

Huh. Guess the universe has some good monsters, then.

[And she doesn't move in for a hug, not really. She doesn't hug just anyone, whether she's corporeal or not, and this place still reeks of misery and negative energy. A bit of accepting positivity can't cure that.

She does move closer, though, and since his posture is starting to look uncomfortable she reaches out and slaps a skeletal hand to his palm. Low-five! It's... something. Even if it'll pass right through him.]

Thanks for that.

[He looks down at his hand. It takes him a moment to remember what Lup taught him. The high five trick. But...a different position.]

This room is...angry. And sad.

It is, yeah.

[She doesn't dance away from it, his voice going quiet and distant again.]

It's how I felt when I was here.

Are you still sad? And angry?

[Shin-Ah looks to her now. He's still not afraid or bothered by her form. She might as well look like an elf right now for all he cares really. Because like he said before...she's Lup. He likes her and cares about her no matter what form she takes.]

...Sometimes. Isn't everyone?

[Her body crackles, small arcs of lightning flashing across her form, up and down before they disappear.]

It's part of who I am now.

Mm. Anger and sadness aren't bad.

[He looks back around the room, moves closer to the items there. He doesn't touch them yet.]

The Seiryuu of the past felt that way too.

Dunno what that means, but it sounds shitty. Feeling like this is shitty.

[She makes no move to stop him, merely watches where he goes.]

They hurt long after death.

[He pauses then looks to her.]

Do you want me to go?

[To not look here?]

Hah. As somebody who's died enough times to know- not wrong there.

[Her shoulders lift in the vague semblance of a shrug.]

Don't know if you can get out, even if I wanted you to. I don't care either way, but you should know that you won't find anything good here.

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