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What the tin says. Every once in a while, the log threads hit captcha, so here we go!

Date: 2017-05-17 05:41 pm (UTC)
long_live_the_queen: (kouta put your pants back on)
From: [personal profile] long_live_the_queen
...Koro was doing what?!

[Somehow this is more objectionable than "sharp objects in the mail."

...though ugh, centipedes. Lucy didn't like them even when she was normal sized and were one of the few things that actually encouraged her to wear shoes.

Hopefully they didn't run into another.
]

Date: 2017-05-17 06:00 pm (UTC)
long_live_the_queen: (murder does not cure headaches)
From: [personal profile] long_live_the_queen
[Knives again. The dog was using knives.

What the fuck was today even.

Chloe didn't seem like the kind of person to tell elaborate jokes like that. And...Lucy could always just ask Minako, whenever they got home.

Lucy just...shook her head, rubbing her temple with her free hand.
]

Date: 2017-05-17 08:18 pm (UTC)
long_live_the_queen: (are you for serious)
From: [personal profile] long_live_the_queen
[When Lucy's shoulders slumped down this time, it was in exasperation.]

Thanks.

[The grass on the edge of the sidewalk stared moving against the breeze, a few moments after Chloe said that.]

Date: 2017-05-19 12:04 am (UTC)
long_live_the_queen: (kouta put your pants back on)
From: [personal profile] long_live_the_queen
[Lucy didn't notice the grass, but she did notice Chloe dropping into a stance and spinning more knives out of her cloak like something from a movie. The teenager just started backwards, barely avoiding stabbing herself in the leg.]

What?!

[Another grass stem moved, and...something crawled out. Something gigantic, with way too many fucking legs, translucent, segmented, good god. There must have been a drain nearby, or maybe the house centipede was terribly confused. Or curious. Its antennae wiggled towards them, even.]

Date: 2017-05-20 10:19 pm (UTC)
long_live_the_queen: (nyoom)
From: [personal profile] long_live_the_queen
[Regrets for getting out of bed this morning could wait. Objections about how surreal this all was could wait. Now wasn't a time for thinking.

Lucy couldn't throw the knife in her hand like Chloe—even if she had the skill for it, it was her only weapon. Her knees bent and her weight shifted forwards on her feet, but—where did she even start?

One thing at a time. Some of the centipede's legs started thrashing in response to the blade in its exoskeleton; Lucy slashed at those, missing most. But she did carve some of the strange whiskers off of one, making the creature recoil and twist towards her.
]

Date: 2017-05-21 04:24 am (UTC)
long_live_the_queen: (brb bad end fastball)
From: [personal profile] long_live_the_queen
[That was praise. Lucy was doing a good job. Her mind focused in on that like a laser, drowning out everything else. Her own wellbeing was a trivial concern.

She lunged in, and one of its sharp feet slashed her cheek, laying open a line along her cheekbone. No matter. Her knife hand swept back, cleaving the offending leg off at its midsection.

Blood welled at the cut, began to spill down her cheek. It didn't matter. She was dong a good job.
]

Date: 2017-05-24 12:29 am (UTC)
long_live_the_queen: (hurk)
From: [personal profile] long_live_the_queen
[Alas, poor centipede. You were just trying to cross the street.

Lucy realized her mistake too late to avoid the thrashing feet; one hit her in the gut with enough force to stagger and knock the breath out of her. She dropped the knife and bent double, holding her stomach like she was trying to stop herself from retching.

Further assistance may be required. Lucy.exe is taking longer than usual to load.
]

Date: 2017-05-24 11:10 pm (UTC)
long_live_the_queen: (murder does not cure headaches)
From: [personal profile] long_live_the_queen
[Lucy was, for once, uncaring about being touched. She had too many other things to be concerned about, like not losing a very distant lunch and breathing normally. Her shoulders stiffened out of reflex, but she didn't flinch or pull away.]

'm fine.

[Her stubbornness is intact! She'll probably live.

There is blood leaking out of the cut on her face, though.
]

Date: 2017-05-26 07:01 pm (UTC)
long_live_the_queen: (it's Monday)
From: [personal profile] long_live_the_queen
[Lucy jerked away from the sting of the rubbing alcohol she didn't see coming, but she froze in place afterwards. She was behaving, see?]

Does it matter?

[So what if she hurt? She was being stupid, and probably deserved that even if she hadn't been. If she wasn't dragging herself back from the hospital, it wasn't anyone's concern.]

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