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Need something set on fire? Leave a message with Taako at Fantasy Walmart in the temple ruins and Lup might hit you up!

But you better bribe Taako or it'll go something like this
[3:02:15 PM] Jazzy:
"some dude wanted to talk to you"
[3:02:29 PM] Laura:
"was he hot"
[3:02:37 PM] Jazzy:
"nah"
[3:02:51 PM] Laura:
"nevermind then"

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So, funny thing about trees - getting up them one-armed isn't even that hard, if you've got the core strength and thunder thighs to push yourself up. It's the uh, getting around in the tree, and also possibly the getting down, that pose a bit more of a challenge? Turns out?

But this is fine. Lup likes being useful some fucking way, even if it's just by picking coconuts as soon as the rain let up for a bit, not so far from camp that Taako would be tempted to put a fantasy GPS on her injured ass, but far enough that she can get into some shit. She likes being up high, this is great. Let her live, Shepard.

"I'm uh. I'm good!" She doesn't, perhaps, sound super good. Her good arm is getting tired and her stitches are itching. Don't worry about it, though.

That sounds like a blatant lie and Shepard circles the tree, quietly observing the situation at hand. After a moment's deliberation she makes her decision.

"All right. When you fall down, I'll catch you. Unless you have the strength to sort of swing in my direction. Either way, I got you."

She knows for a fact that she can carry Lup. The hardest part here is getting through Lup's pride so that she can help her out.

Excuse you? When she falls down?? Well now she FOR SURE can't do the like, reasonable thing here, like admit she's got a problem or be grateful for the offered help. Just because she's hanging in this tree like a particularly gorgeous sloth doesn't mean she needs to be caught bridal stylez!

"Hey fuck off! I can get down any time I want to!" And elves always land on their feet. Absolutely.

Shepard can't help a bit of a smirk as she looks up at her friend continuously deny needing help.

"Oh of course you can. Any time you want. You'll probably decide to come down soon, right?"

She flexes her arms a bit, showing off her biceps for fun. It's been awhile since she felt this playful but there's something about Lup that brings it out in her again. Lights a flame in her heart, if you will, from a fire she thought long dead.

"When you do, I'll be here. Though... since you're so sure of your position up there, you wouldn't mind me touching this tree at all, would you?"

Her smirk grows as she gently touches the tree. She's not shaking it. Yet.

Okay that's fucking rude and Shepard knows it, flexing like that. She better have a permit for these guns! Maybe Lup should come down and check it out. Like, the permit. She's just, judging the distance down, is why she's staring like that. It seems pretty appealing anyway, the floor.

At least until Shepard touches the tree. Oh hell nope! It takes her a second, but when Lup catches her drift her ears snap back defensively, eyes narrowing and she's clinging with renewed vigor, thanks.

"You wouldn't."

Lup stares intensely down at her and Shepard feels her grin widen just a bit, and she flexes just a little more before lowering her arms again. Shepard hasn't always been the sharpest on the romantic uptake, but she knows that sort of look, at least.

And when Lup tells her she wouldn't, Shepard looks up at her with a completely stoic face for one long moment. Then she slams that motherfucking Renegade option and begins to shake the tree.

MOTHERFUCKER

Lup puts up a not inconsiderable fight, but all the horrified clinging in the world isn't enough when she really had been getting pretty tired up there. It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for her one remaining arm to slip, for her aching midsection to call it quits and, off she goes. No time to even get the umbrella into position for a Featherfall, just one murderously betrayed screech as she tumbles down.

Roll to catch six feet of flailing elf, homegirl.

1d20+3 = 18

Shepard continues to shake vigorously as she waits for Lup to tumble. She's got a lot of moxy, this one, but she's no match for gravity. When she sees Lup falling down she moves quickly, stepping back just enough to hold her arms out to catch her. Her arms go down for a brief moment, a small grunt of strain coming from her mouth, but she easily bounces the woman up into the crook of her arm so she's carrying her bridal style.

She smiles down at Lup with a spark of mischief in her eyes, shifting her around so that her grip is strong.

"I think you're the biggest coconut I have ever gotten from this island."

Her smile becomes warmer as she looks down at her longer.

"You all right? I hope I didn't aggravate any of your wounds."

Alright well this is a lot to process all of a sudden. Going ass over teakettle through the air is bad enough, but being deftly caught in Shepard's muscular arms and bounced around like she's some kind of, of cotton candy fluff?? Unacceptable. And then there's a glint in the other woman's eyes and a soft smile on her lips that Lup doesn't think she's seen before, and she's just gonna-- Now she's blushing, pretty sure, great. How is she supposed to stay mad like this! Fuck!

She's definitely speechless for way longer than can reasonably be waved off as shock from the fall and her heart won't stop racing and-- there was something about coconuts? Get it together, Lup, damn! Anyway attack's still the best defense, so Lup converts all flusterment into drama and flings her good arm across her eyes, nestling further into the crook of her arm in the process.

"I'm afraid it's terminal for sure. The life is draining from me as we speak... Won't you take me up, up to the tallest mountain... so I may be close to the stars... one... last... time..."

Lup just kind of stares up at her in a way that sort of reminds her of Garrus, though she can't put her finger on why. She's silent for a long moment, just long enough for Shepard to start worrying that perhaps she is injured when she throws her arm across her eyes and burrows deeper into her eyes. Shepard rolls her eyes.

"Terminal. How awful. I guess I have no choice but to fulfill your dying wishes."

She grins again and begins to walk away from the trees... in the direction of the Elf Camp.

"But first let me bring you to your brother so that he can see you one last time before I sacrifice you to the mountain. After all, I'm sure he knows exactly where you are and is wondering why you haven't come back yet, right~?"

Commander "Sass" Shepard, reporting for duty.

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