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Mother stands for comfort
Who: Luz and you (and specifically with Luca)
What: Luz tries to resist the hex, and not mutate herself until she finally falls to beast hood
When: Middle of February (sorry Luz, no birthday for you)
Where: All around Trench
She'd read the sermon and was sure that was when the trouble began. Luz had thought, after getting others who'd been sympathetic and lent an ear to her troubles, that she might be able to ride out the crazy of this month, that she'd get to her birthday in relative peace. Unfortunately, things didn't get better: instead, Luz found herself plagues by the past: her father leaving, the scorn of being that "weird" kid in her class, and the things that came with her Deerington and new Trench memories.
After Varian, Luz had been meticulous about trying to keep such thoughts from consuming her, trying to talk to others when she could, listening to advice and meditating more than she probably had any month. But the thoughts kept coming, and no matter what Luz did, she found she was feeling more depressed by the day, even though she interacted with people and did her best to keep her smile up.
And then one day, she found it was starting to feel worse than usual, enough that she even resorted to turning to her bird form if only to escape those memories. Now they were starting to compound, and images of the cave men and the Blood Cultists and their attacks on her began to plague her nightmares. It got so bad that she woke up feeling the cuts in her skin as clearly as she had back then, and she would be breathing hard and be so anxious she stayed in bed.
She had no idea how to stop this, and moments where she started to consider self-harm surfaced, shocking her so badly she took a cold bath, shivering and in tears, wondering what would happen next.
What: Luz tries to resist the hex, and not mutate herself until she finally falls to beast hood
When: Middle of February (sorry Luz, no birthday for you)
Where: All around Trench
She'd read the sermon and was sure that was when the trouble began. Luz had thought, after getting others who'd been sympathetic and lent an ear to her troubles, that she might be able to ride out the crazy of this month, that she'd get to her birthday in relative peace. Unfortunately, things didn't get better: instead, Luz found herself plagues by the past: her father leaving, the scorn of being that "weird" kid in her class, and the things that came with her Deerington and new Trench memories.
After Varian, Luz had been meticulous about trying to keep such thoughts from consuming her, trying to talk to others when she could, listening to advice and meditating more than she probably had any month. But the thoughts kept coming, and no matter what Luz did, she found she was feeling more depressed by the day, even though she interacted with people and did her best to keep her smile up.
And then one day, she found it was starting to feel worse than usual, enough that she even resorted to turning to her bird form if only to escape those memories. Now they were starting to compound, and images of the cave men and the Blood Cultists and their attacks on her began to plague her nightmares. It got so bad that she woke up feeling the cuts in her skin as clearly as she had back then, and she would be breathing hard and be so anxious she stayed in bed.
She had no idea how to stop this, and moments where she started to consider self-harm surfaced, shocking her so badly she took a cold bath, shivering and in tears, wondering what would happen next.
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If they were still dating. She'd have to ask Darth Maul what their status was right now.
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Also, no, she would definitely not do something like that! Fern, on the other hand? Maybe. He wasn't bothered by that, Luz was pretty sure.
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She actually fell to laughing. "Oh gods. So... there was a man here in this place, before you arrived in the nightmare. He used to complain that his assistant wasn't around, and that he never knew when he'd actually show up, because they had an arrangement where he would surprise attack him almost every day to keep his reflexes sharp. Somehow? That almost feels normal."
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Ok, that sounded incredibly funny and dangerous!
"You must tell me the name of this man. He sounds like he had pretty dedicated staff! Also sounds a little bit rich too."
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Clousseau was ... one of a kind.
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Luz giggled. "Is it bad that I never got to talk to the cat authorities and really wanted to? Strangely enough, I always wound up talking to the dogs instead. I wonder if Margot somehow influenced that?"
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In the words, magical instruction taught her how to properly apply her knowledge to find the things she needed to get better at her glyphs.
"That definitely sound like cats to me."
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"Well it didn't help that they were what she thought a protector was supposed to be. Not a pet, but someone to fight the monsters. It made them more like spirits than actual cats. I doubt he really understood that. The inspector seemed... unaware of many things." To put it mildly.
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In other words, no bile sac meant she had to experiment differently.
"Oh. Hmm. I guess you could think of cats as big protectors. In a way."
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"They could, though her memories showed it was the mere happenstance that a cat protected her when the police did not?"
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After all, Luz had managed quite well even without learning how to combine glyphs when she was brought to Deerington and had learned a lot since then.
"Huh. Ok. I guess I'm kinda mixed on that. I used to really be into cats and see them that way, but after Margot, I find I've come to like canines more than I used to."
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She did chuckle a bit at the other part and nodded. "I tend to think of hounds as more the protectors, but they both can be in their own way."
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As far as she knew, anyway.
"That makes more sense! Cats seem more solitary and aloof. If anything, I guess I resemble more of a dog than a cat? Maybe?"
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"It's impressive that you've managed to master your own approach to magic. Necessity is a mother to invention is it not?"
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"Am I doing my cat hoodie an injustice?!"
Oh, but magic was a different story.
"Of course! I probably would have come up with it faster on the Boiling Isles, but it's great that U found a way to do it here!"
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"Exactly. It's been a benefit, and the more that you practice, the more effective I suspect it will be. Something worth continuing to practice at."
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She was always ruffling her head like a pet too! Luz liked it though, so no problem there.
"I think so too. Just have to find a good place to practice, where I can't hit anyone and where there's not some crazy kookiness going on. Luckily, it seems like there might be a slight pause so far."
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"You should be able to find good sized clearings for that easily enough. Just make sure someone knows where you went in case."
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It reminded her a little of Eda!
"That's probably a good idea. Don't want to be too hard to find if I trapped myself in something by mistake!"
At least she had the Bond when something like that happened!
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"Exactly. It'll be easier to fix in that situation if someone knows where to find you." And bonds absolutely helped.
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Luz would do her best to earn the porcupine's affection!
"Hopefully it won't ever be so bad that I need that kind of help?"
You never knew, though.
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"Better prepared for what never comes, than to be unprepared if it does. I hazard to think this world watches for opportunities like those."
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Lus tended to try avoid smothering her pets. Heck, some of them were even impossible to smother.
"That is a good point. I wouldn't put it past this place to have a catastrophe happen overnight."
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