[And a name that references the number nine. geez harrow.
out of pure respect for her as a friend, he'll meet her the tiniest bit of halfway, but his expression gets tighter the more she pushes on this. this is the thing. the thing he does not want to touch.]
The more things you know, the more you have to do about them, is the thing.
[He pauses. like, for example if a friend starts bleeding from the head every time she thinks about something too hard, and clearly has a distorted memory? once you know that sort of thing, you can't just . . . let it lie.]
. . . We don't have to speak of this. It is your own decision to make. I only wonder if you've considered whether you'll have to do something about this whether you prefer to or not.
[She looks at the cat like she doesn't really know what to do about it, and then bows her head to it.]
Salutations, Frumpkin. I am Lady Harrowhark Nonagesimus, the Reverend Daughter of the House of the Ninth, and the ninth saint to serve the King Undying. May you always have safe passage among the walls of Drearburh and the favor of the Necrolord Prime.
[She seems, like. Absolutely, 100%, not joking at all.]
[okay look this has been such a rough conversation harrow has so many brain problems and is very, very sad and he has so many brain problems and this is all so much but
harrow politely introducing herself to a kitty cat and offering it the favor of the NECROLORD PRIME - excuse me? - has really just cheered him up immensely in the space of about 12 seconds. he'll reach over to pick Frumpkin up under the elbows in that way a child carries a cat (frumpkin, for his part, doesn't seem to object in the slightest)
and then puts on
just a really terrible fake german (?) accent:]
Ja! I am Frumpkin. I serve Caleb Widogast, Wizard Prime of the Mighty Nein, doing all manner of weird magic shi-- scheisse. I do not know what I am doing here, because I do not belong to Mr. Mollymauk, who has summoned me with a phone on accident.
[stop this is so mean hes not here to defend himself]
[She's just scowling more and more when Molly starts doing a stupid voice for the cat, feeling like such a fool. She doesn't know what a fucking cat is, okay. He said introduce yourself.]
Well met, Frumpkin. The Ninth calls upon you. I will grant you the Favor of the Chain if you slay Mollymauk where he stands.
Now he is threatening violence against you. Frumpkin, please reconsider where your loyalties lie. The doors of the Ninth House are always welcomes to those seeking sanctuary.
. . . You received him this week? The same as my little envelope?
[He sets Frumpkin down, where he just starts doing the kneading thing on one of mollys legs and molly looks a little bit like
weirded out by this? what the fuck is a cat. anyway.]
That's right. I told Pride to send him back to Caleb, but apparently it's my responsibility now. Wrath says that someone thinks I need an emotional support animal. Whatever the hells that is.
You could . . . ? It isn't like he's going to tell anyone anything.
[frumpkin is quite literally an emotional support summon]
Caleb does talk to it rather a lot. Fuck knows about what. Also does the thing where it sits on you and makes the [makes a purring noise.] thing. Surprised the hells out of Yasha when it did that to her. [okay, at that little memory, he'll actually scratch frumpkin on the head.] . . . Suppose it's useful, if you're a person who doesn't deal well with other people. To have something that can do that for you.
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[Hmm.]
I'm not telling you to become him. By no means. I'm only suggesting that, were you to know more of him, you would not cease to be you.
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out of pure respect for her as a friend, he'll meet her the tiniest bit of halfway, but his expression gets tighter the more she pushes on this. this is the thing. the thing he does not want to touch.]
The more things you know, the more you have to do about them, is the thing.
[He pauses. like, for example if a friend starts bleeding from the head every time she thinks about something too hard, and clearly has a distorted memory? once you know that sort of thing, you can't just . . . let it lie.]
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. . . We don't have to speak of this. It is your own decision to make. I only wonder if you've considered whether you'll have to do something about this whether you prefer to or not.
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Yes, I have considered it.
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Probably.
[Anyway - gestures to the orange friend on the other side of the bench.]
Oh. You didn't introduce yourself to Frumpkin.
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[She looks at the cat like she doesn't really know what to do about it, and then bows her head to it.]
Salutations, Frumpkin. I am Lady Harrowhark Nonagesimus, the Reverend Daughter of the House of the Ninth, and the ninth saint to serve the King Undying. May you always have safe passage among the walls of Drearburh and the favor of the Necrolord Prime.
[She seems, like. Absolutely, 100%, not joking at all.]
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harrow politely introducing herself to a kitty cat and offering it the favor of the NECROLORD PRIME - excuse me? - has really just cheered him up immensely in the space of about 12 seconds. he'll reach over to pick Frumpkin up under the elbows in that way a child carries a cat (frumpkin, for his part, doesn't seem to object in the slightest)
and then puts on
just a really terrible fake german (?) accent:]
Ja! I am Frumpkin. I serve Caleb Widogast, Wizard Prime of the Mighty Nein, doing all manner of weird magic shi-- scheisse. I do not know what I am doing here, because I do not belong to Mr. Mollymauk, who has summoned me with a phone on accident.
[stop this is so mean hes not here to defend himself]
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Well met, Frumpkin. The Ninth calls upon you. I will grant you the Favor of the Chain if you slay Mollymauk where he stands.
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If you try it, I'll kick you back into the ether.
[Frumpkin purrs.]
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. . . You received him this week? The same as my little envelope?
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[He sets Frumpkin down, where he just starts doing the kneading thing on one of mollys legs and molly looks a little bit like
weirded out by this? what the fuck is a cat. anyway.]
That's right. I told Pride to send him back to Caleb, but apparently it's my responsibility now. Wrath says that someone thinks I need an emotional support animal. Whatever the hells that is.
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How. . . could an animal support you emotionally. Are you meant to. . . to whisper your feelings to it?
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[frumpkin is quite literally an emotional support summon]
Caleb does talk to it rather a lot. Fuck knows about what. Also does the thing where it sits on you and makes the [makes a purring noise.] thing. Surprised the hells out of Yasha when it did that to her. [okay, at that little memory, he'll actually scratch frumpkin on the head.] . . . Suppose it's useful, if you're a person who doesn't deal well with other people. To have something that can do that for you.
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[She did pet the cat a little when she and Lust talked about her feelings? Hmm.]
I suppose I cannot discredit the technique simply because it is unfamiliar.
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I'm not sure they have so much of a point as much as they are just cute, in the end.