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(open) i made a sucker's prayer

who: lucretia & you
what: tdm prompt + catch-all
when: late march/early april
where: oot n aboot
warnings: warnings for violence re: monster fights

01 everybody was monster fightin' (ota)

(Lucretia has always fought better in pairs than alone.

Its to do with her defensive capabilities; she's extraordinarily good at buff magic, at covering those with more destructive power, keeping them safe as they dive in head first. She can at least hold her own when she needs to but it's trickier. It isn't as fun, either! She likes being in a team.

Regardless, she's grouping creatures together with lightning spells and the odd fireball, trying to keep an eye out for other fighters or innocents about to be caught in the line of fire, anybody who needs a hand or a quick shield. Her elemental magic isn't at the same level as her abjuration work; eventually she falls back, starts to conserve her higher level spell slots.

Anybody who has just found themselves in a sticky situation or just looks like they need an extra hand will suddenly find a neat shield of faith being cast about them.)

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(The unexpected flooding has forced Lucretia out of her apartment fairly swiftly; she'd had time to gather a few things (notably Junior's tank, which she has hoisted in both arms), but she's really hoping the water doesn't swell high enough to destroy her belongings. She's not a materialistic person at heart but the thought of losing all her books, her notes, her journals, paintings, supplies... that thought is making her very unhappy.

Currently she's taking herself to higher ground as requested, using mage hand to scoop the tank up into the air behind her so she can have her hands free. Obviously she can just go to Beverly's; she'll head there momentarily, but for now she can't remember if she's working today or not...

She sends a text.)

Can you call me when you get a moment? Not urgent

(It's great to not only have Barry back with them, but to be working with him, too? It's more soothing than Lucretia thought it would be to know they're sharing a workplace again. This is also a good way of keeping up with him; she often feels very isolated from the others. She knows she couldn't go back to living with all of them (and she wouldn't do that, not to Taako), but... it sucks.

At least she has this?

She knows he's been caught up with orientation and settling in but it's hard to wait, so it isn't long before she appears at his office door, rapping softly on the door frame with her knuckles. She wants to show him one of her personal projects because she knows he'll appreciate both the subject matter and the work.)

Hey, (she says, and jerks her head in a 'follow me' gesture.) You got twenty?

[ It's nice to see her around, in this little space where they're back to being equals and studying hard. Almost feels like before everything started.

Barry is currently elbow deep (almost literally) in a book about teleportation and planes. He's trying to learn as much as he can but things have been... difficult.

So a knock on his door? All the better. And even more so when it's Lucretia. He brightens and sets the book down. ]

Hey!

[ Oh? A new thing?? That smile is now Excited. ]

Oh fuck yeah I do.

[ And he's out the door right behind her. ]

Terrific.

(She grins back, and leads him promptly up a flight of stairs towards her own space.)

You settling in okay? This place is pretty fantastic, huh.

Actually yeah. Save for the whole my plans being put on significant hold back home.

[ He shrugs, thinking she means Riverview in particular. ]

This, though? Holy shit, could you imagine if we had half of this on the ship back in the day?

(Unfortunately for Lucretia, Beverly is, for lack of a better word, swamped at work. Between the flood and attacks from the creatures, the emergency wards are much fuller than usual. Some things require nothing more than a few simple stitches but there are more than a couple of surgeries that require her attention. It's not until she stumbles out of her shift late that she even looks at her phone.

Damn! She realizes that of course where Lucretia's apartment is, she'd be caught by the water surge herself. Hurrying now towards home, she calls Lucretia back.)

Lucretia! Are you okay?

Right? You should– remind me to ask Beverly to show you her tricorder sometime. She has the most amazing technology at her disposal Barry, I can't imagine what it would have been like to have access to something like that on the Starblaster.

(She even slips her phone out of her pocket, holding it up.) Even just having something like this would have been so useful.

(She'd figured that might have been the case; it's no bother. She simply heads to Beverly's with her things in tow and once there, makes herself at home. When her phone finally lights up a couple hours later as Beverly's call comes in, she's actually sitting on the couch reading one of her books with Junior's tank resting against her legs, perfectly comfortable.

She answers the call immediately, straightening up.)

I'm fine. I'm actually at your place, I had to leave my apartment because of the flooding. (She sinks back down against the cushions.) Are you okay? It must be busy at the hospital.

(Beverly slows down (slightly) and breathes a sigh of relief. Of course Lucretia would go there. She has the key and it's fine, everything will be fine.)

I'm okay. Just tired.

(Exhausted, more like. No casualties, though, so that's something.)

I'm glad you're safe.

(Aw, she hears that little sigh. It makes her smile.)

Sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. Are you on your way home?

Mmm. I'll be there soon. (There's a pause as she checks the phone) Maybe ten minutes?

(She glances up at the clock on Beverly's wall– wow, it's that late? She hasn't eaten. Beverly probably hasn't either; she gets to her feet swiftly, heading to the kitchen. Maybe she can find something to get started making. Lack of cooking skills aside, she can at least make something simple like pasta and sauce.)

Okay. See you soon.

(At this point, Beverly's ready to eat anything Lucretia puts in front of her. Not too long after she hangs up, she's stumbles into the apartment and collapses onto the couch. Junior's tank still sits on the floor nearby and after a moment, she leans over to give his tank a friendly tap-tap. She's glad he made it out too.

Confident Lucretia is nearby, she calls out to make her presence known.)

Lucretia? I'm home!

(Junior sings happily at the sight of Beverly, turning small loop-de-loops in its tank and Lucretia appears soon after this little performance. Her expression softens at the sight of Beverly flopped on her couch. What a day she's likely to have had!)

Hi. Stay there and relax, okay? A, uh, facsimile of dinner isn't too too far off.

(This all feels delightfully domestic, doesn't it? She ducks back into the kitchen, unable to keep the smile off of her face.)

(Agatha, meanwhile, as the braver of the two cats, has come to investigate Junior's presence. Her ears twitch back when it sings, though she doesn't run away. Instead she stares, transfixed as only a cat can be.)

A facsimile sounds just fine.

(She rests her head on the back of the sofa.)

Honestly, I could just fall asleep right now.

(Junior doesn't seem to notice the cat's presence; or if it does, it doesn't particularly care.

Lucretia dutifully returns to chopping mushrooms for the sauce that is slowly coming to a boil on the stove.)

At least get a bit of food down before you go to bed. Are you back at work tomorrow?

[ Tricorder? New Tech? He's liking the sound of Beverly more and more. ]

You gotta introduce me to her in general, first.

[ Now regarding the phone. ]

It's like a Stone of Far Speech but infinitely improved! Just. Imagine being able to quietly text each other in a tense situation. Fuckin' wild.

[ Incredible. ]

[Since joining a team with Loki, Val's gotten used to fighting with magic users again; it's nice, knowing someone has her back, and she knows Lucretia enough by now to know she's not likely to backstab her or leave her for dead out here. Dragonfang makes the most beautiful sound Val has ever known as it sings through the air, slashing at their enemy—something huge and deformed that Val honestly doesn't have the words to describe.

She leans forward to aim another strike at the thing's ankles when she stumbles and falls. The beast sees its opportunity, but then there's that shield, and from all fours Val gasps for breath as it keeps her from being rather summarily gored.]

Shit. Thanks. Nice one.

[ As luck would have it, Finn's always been more of a team player than a solo runner himself. Nothing wrong with people who like to lone wolf it, objectively. It's just not his style. Better to have backup and company.

What he lacks in magic he's making up for with the power of guns... have. Like most Perimeter Guard members who don't come pre-loaded with powers. Bullets seem a lot messier than blasters, but at least they're effective. He's trying to fall back to reload without getting himself bitten in half when the shield appears.

Finn's first instinct is to cheer, only he figures he should make sure this isn't some next-level monster ziploc bag before doing that, for lack of a better term. So he kinda turns in Lucretia's general direction and gestures towards it with both hands while he's putting another cartridge into place. ]

Please tell me this is yours!

(She grins sheepishly.)

Of course. She's been very busy lately at the hospital what with the flooding; I'd have you over otherwise.

(They're at her office! She opens the door, lets him step in ahead of her. It's... not as messy as it could be, but there's a lot of paper all over the place. Little stacks here and there. Lots of books, lots of clutter on her desk, including a lovely little placard right at the front.)

I know, (she says wistfully, leaving him by the door to edge around the corner of her desk, lifting a stack of paper out of the way with mage hand to place it nearly atop a filing cabinet,) I want it for the camera function. It's so useful.

Here, have a seat. (There's one in front of her desk, and there's only six books on top of it!)

No problem.

(Not only does it keep her from being impaled, but the shield will hold for a few more blows, giving Val time to plan her next attack. While she's catching her breath, Lucretia comes forward, ducking through the protections and toward her, reaching out; she touches Val's shoulder lightly with her fingertips and casts stone skin.

That should give her a little bit extra!)

Take this.

You're not indestructible, mind, but you'll certainly pack a much harder punch.

It's mine!

(He might notice she's got a wand out, held casually by her side. He'll have enough time to reload and then some; even if the monster brute forces through what she's got up (unlikely), Lucretia's pretty proud of her ability to quick-draw shields and wards.

His gun looks a bit like Beverly's blaster. The bullets are different though, and they remind her of Lup and her tommy gun, and that makes her smile.)

You mind if I stick with you? I can cover, you can pick them off.

[The touch on her shoulder fills her with a surge of renewed...energy? Power? Whatever it is, Val likes it. She pushes herself to her feet, rears back her sword in her right hand and her left fist on the other side; the beast advances its terrible mouth toward her again, lunges with the intent to kill, and Val throws a left hook and gets the thing right in its snout; when it rears back, Dragonfang slashes out for its throat.

Annnnd sprays Val with blood.]

Aw, come on. I just dry-cleaned this shit.

[She's never been to a dry-cleaner in her whole entire life.]

[ And six books moved without much effort. He chuckles at the placard. ]

Nice. So what'd you want to show me?

[ He asks as he takes his seat. ]

I'm not supposed to be, no, but I am on call, so who knows?

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