& missing people you see everyday

i have such fear that griffin mcelroy is going to do just this and honestly: I’m Going Down With Her

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“Oh– Gods– like, all fantasy sci-fi style-?” Eyes widened a little, and she moved towards the other, more out of concern than anything else.

“So– you’re like the young boss- uh, the young Lucretia, huh?” Head tilted from one side to the other, plait swaying behind it. “Is there– I’m Killian– Is there anything I can do to help? Anything I can tell you-?”

     ❝ Well... it’s the least crazy thing that has occured to me lately. ❞ A huff escaped her, pushing strands of hair out of her face as she noted the other coming closer. 

     ❝ Yes, you can just call me Lucretia, or Luc. It would... be a bit weird someone my age calling me... m’am. ❞ Luc had been the nickname the other IPRE had given her, and she found herself reacting more to that lately then her real name. 

A soft “Oh-” in response to the older woman’s words. Was touched by the truth that seemed to ring in them, eyesbrows raised a little.

“I– thank you, ma'am– that means a lot–” Paused again, trying to sort out the words in her head, before- “ I hope that I’ve made you proud– sometimes. Sometimes, when I can’t save people- I feel as though I’ve let The Bureau down–”

     ❝ No need to thank me for speaking the truth. ❞ Her shoulders raised, dropped quickly as a qiuet cough interuppted her voice. Once the voice was cleared, and she shook her head slightly, her eyes returned to Killian.

Started a little as the woman began to speak, but let her stratergist mind take over. If she was blasted with a spell– well, at this range it would hurt them both (unless the other deployed an extremely rapid shielding spell), or almost kill Killian- and she didn’t seem like the type to risk that.

Used the last of her force to push the staff upwards, still, before quickly turning the staff round, and swiftly jabbing at the woman’s stomach, her strength now a little less reigned in.

     SMART.

     Lucretia could see the other’s mind rush and come up with the conclusion that she wasn’t using a spell. That was a good sign. Unknown to Killian, Lucretia was testing her, letting the other flex her abilities. She was showing good signs as a possible employee. 

“…true.

Ok so. Hypothetical “kitchen goes up in flames, blame Taako” is now out the window, right? Because uhh…Taako only keeps wine in the kitchen.”

     ❝ There are plenty of other things in the kitchen that can cause fire, so I can’t say you are completely out of the hypothetical dog house. ❞

“You’re– you’re in the Beuaru – where we work. What happened—? You were – older –” The woman standing opposite her was around the same age– now that wasn’t right.

     The road cloak bundled around her shoulders as she moved her hand to rub her head. White and blue cloak replaced by khakis, a white shirt, and the red cloak. Lucretia moved to the desk, examining the items quickly, as if the answer would be found there. 

     ❝ Me ? Work here ? ❞ Eyebrows furrowed together, confusion evident, a thought came to her as she glanced back toward Killian, nodding slowly. It had to have been some reaction to the Light of Creation being passed through one of the planes they had visited, it was the only explanation she had at the moment. If so, it was only temporary, but she knew she had to try and not cause any possible damage to her future self’s life.

     ❝ ... A time anomaly... I think has occured... it should be temporary, but... you can’t let anyone see me until my future self’s returned. I know this sounds... strange. ❞ She gave a short melodic laugh, much more easy then her future self’s, ❝ It’s super strange to me. I’m living it, but I think I know what’s going on. ❞ She gathered the books she had brought with her, glancing around quietly, head lulling back toward the giant painting in her office, staring at it.

“Willing –? So, uh, if you can’t help– no matter how hard you try–” Trailed off, unable to organise her though

     ❝ ... you’re still a hero. ❞ She completed Killian’s thought for her, pressing her lips together. She knew that Killian was struggling wth Phandalin, but there wasn’t much she could do. She couldn’t change someone’s thoughts, but she can try to lessen the sharpness of them. 

     ❝ ... Killian... you sometimes... have to carry them with you, but not let them bog you down... does that make sense ? ❞  She spoke with knowledge on the subject, a quiet breath escaping her.

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     The words were sudden, and it jolted Lucretia only slightly. She didn’t allow that to show as her eyes focused upward, the orc in her eyes. She tapped her pen against the table, contemplating the proper answer for this.

     “ ... Being willing to help those in need, no matter what. ”

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JOA DO YOU HEAR THAT?

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LUCAS;  FRIEND; YOU’RE KILLIN ME.