balancetheblood | Lucky's Heart

[Nods.] Fair enough.

Why are you guarding the stairs though?

'Cause that's my job.

[ The little girl nods in agreement ]

It's as much for your protection as hers.

Boss doesn't like people going upstairs.

Dangerous upstairs, huh?

Can I help Lucky if I go up there?

Dunno.

You can go up, though. You're on the guest list, more or less.

[Oh. Well, that's some dere. Truuuust for the terrible.]

Got it. I want to take a short look around here first, but I'll move on soon enough.

Take it easy, okay? You were hurt for a while.

[ She tosses out a casual little salute, and then wanders off to flop on one of the couches.

The little girl smiles at you. ]

She trusts you a lot, you know.

[Looking at the other little girl and he smiles fondly.] I guess I should know. Always manages to take me by surprise though.

So, who are you?

Karen.

Nice to meet you, Karen.

So what is this place? [Walking over to the windows, trying to peek out between the boards.]

[ The glass on the other side of the boards is so dirty that all you can see is a foggy smear ]

It's a gateway. And a memory.

[Pulling out some handkerchief and seeing if he can wipe clear some of the glass.]

Of this Devin guy?

[ No such luck. Sorry, this is not the view you're looking for. ]

In part. He was part of her life for a long time.

And he shot her?

He tried to. He did a bad thing, and she found out and tried to stop him.

[ She looks over at the teenager, flopped on the couch ]

Dare stopped him, though. Long enough to save her life, anyway.

[He looks over at Dare.]

...did she survive?

[ Karen walks over to one of the bloodstains and looks down at it thoughtfully ]

No. She didn't.

[....oh. ):]

[He nods and looking over at the bloodstains.]

And you? Are you....a friend? An actual Will-o-Wisp?

[ Karen grins widely and giggles a little ]

No, I'm not an actual Will-o-Wisp. She saved me once, from a horrible, horrible fate, and took it on herself. So I'm trying to help her, now, by helping you.

[He nods.] Well, thanks for the help.

What's the second blood stain?

It's why I'm here. Why she called me a will-o-wisp - I can help lead you where you need to go.

[ She looks down at the second stain and wrinkles her nose ]

Devin.

[Never can tell if Will-o-Wisp will be good or not, but she sounds nice at least.]

[He looks at the second and....a pause.]

[Touches the blood stain because you know. Touching in hearts.]

[ There's no one memory that comes from touching the blood stain, but more a sense of time.

Years spent escaping from Faerie, scraping by with other young people like her, and Devin, always Devin, there being in charge, being kind, being cruel.

Plenty of bruises. And plenty of love, from Lucky, anyway.

And over all of it, a stronger sense of hurt and betrayal.

Your fingers come away with a thin smear of blood over them. ]

[...Lucky. ):]

[Wiping the blood off on that handkerchief. Or....trying, at least.]

[ Nope. That blood is with you for the rest of your stay. ]

[....welp.]

[Will make note of that then.]

[....yeah, let's touch the other bloodstain with the same hand with fingers I didn't touch the other blood stain with. Just...because in for a penny, in for a pound.]

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