[oh my favorite, just a little tiny stabbing for fun. as a treat. she is stabbed and strangled! she probably makes a pretty horrified sound because she hates being in pain of any kind at all, too.
the mirror lup takes a foot to the face, and then a slam to the ground, and that's a whole bunch of damage. she ends up shattering into a million pieces, leaving a bunch of cuts on claude's hands. the remaining pieces melt, turning to liquid, and soak into the floor. that's one problem taken care of.
unfortunately, the real lup's struggling has mostly stopped, by the time that claude gets to her. in fact, claude pulls the mirror claude off, and she vanishes. that's probably fine.
but hey - maybe he can see that's the way to get out? you kill your double, and you get out of the hall of mirrors.]
[ Help, he most certainly does not expect Lup to blip out of existence, but he's only got about half a second to process it before Evil Claude is turning attention to him.
They probably grapple for a bit, and it's extremely trippy being strangled by someone with your exact face. Mirror Claude has the advantage given that he's still armed, but Claude disengages with a kick to grab his own dagger and slices his throat.
Before also blipping out of existence.
And falling on his butt on the hallway, still pumped full of adrenaline. ]
lup is sprawled out in the hallway staring up at the ceiling with a hand pressed to her neck, feeling at it gingerly. she has strangulation marks there... which she hates.]
Hm. Four out of ten experience. [she says, lightly, trying to hide her voice hitching in the middle.]
[there's a pause, and then she shifts, pushing her hair over her shoulder. she turns her back to him, and shows him - there's burn scar, a little indent at the base of her neck. it looks like it was almost like... a port, at some point.]
Furby chewed on me. I guess, uh - I guess blasted my cache with Wrath? And that's why I looked like that. That was the Wrath leaking out of me.
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the mirror lup takes a foot to the face, and then a slam to the ground, and that's a whole bunch of damage. she ends up shattering into a million pieces, leaving a bunch of cuts on claude's hands. the remaining pieces melt, turning to liquid, and soak into the floor. that's one problem taken care of.
unfortunately, the real lup's struggling has mostly stopped, by the time that claude gets to her. in fact, claude pulls the mirror claude off, and she vanishes. that's probably fine.
but hey - maybe he can see that's the way to get out? you kill your double, and you get out of the hall of mirrors.]
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They probably grapple for a bit, and it's extremely trippy being strangled by someone with your exact face. Mirror Claude has the advantage given that he's still armed, but Claude disengages with a kick to grab his own dagger and slices his throat.
Before also blipping out of existence.
And falling on his butt on the hallway, still pumped full of adrenaline. ]
What—
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lup is sprawled out in the hallway staring up at the ceiling with a hand pressed to her neck, feeling at it gingerly. she has strangulation marks there... which she hates.]
Hm. Four out of ten experience. [she says, lightly, trying to hide her voice hitching in the middle.]
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Was that even real? ]
You okay?
[ Uhh, since you were stabbed. ]
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... Presumably? [she puts a hand on her chest, like she's feeling for the stab wound. it is... not there.] I'm not dead. That's a win.
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So that was pretty messed up.
[ Sits on the floor next to her. ]
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[she... slowly sits up. and takes a very deep breath.]
Sorry. [she says, lamely.] That's the version of me nobody should meet.
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What do you mean... "version" of you?
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The bad version. Or. Well, badder.
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No, it's the same me. Just uh, just from the last thing I was in. That's what I looked like.
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[ It's a little obvious he kind of wants to ask more, but can sense it's not the most pleasant topic. ]
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[she says, with a little huff of amusement.]
You can ask, I don't care.
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What happened to make you look that way?
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Furby chewed on me. I guess, uh - I guess blasted my cache with Wrath? And that's why I looked like that. That was the Wrath leaking out of me.
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That's... terrible. To have that happen to you. That furby was really a terrible beast.
[ Remembering that Lup is tactile, he reached over with his cut up hand to give hers a careful squeeze. ]
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[a pause, and then she takes his hand in return, holding it. she also bites her lip with a little hiss.]
We should get your hand cleaned up, bud.
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[ Hm.
Before they completely move on though, he gives her a little pat on the shoulder. ]
I'm glad you're doing better now.
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[a beat, and then:]
... I'm trying. That counts for something.
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Now let's get patched up, huh?
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Sure, sure. [she will help him up and walking too!!]