#v; lucy bg3. ( a spark of magic )

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a random bg3 au starter for @radiaking

        It's one of those rare occasions where their fearless leader has elected to bring Lucy along, and she's managing to hold her own...mostly. The Shadow-Cursed lands are just exactly that, and every so often the darkness takes shape and strikes out at her and the others. She's distracted trying to keep an eye on the shadows when a possessed Harper leaps forth and knocks her to the ground. She looks up, wide-eyed, as the dead-eyed corpse hefts its weapon high to strike you down.

        And then its head just...explodes.

        Lucy is covered in blood and corpse gore that's definitely going to take several washes to get out of her hair and clothes. But there is a familiar silhouette striding out of the darkness, as though the Shadow-Curse doesn't even phase him. “It's you...” She scrambles to her feet, hefting her crossbow and aiming it between the Ghoul's eyes.

        The last time Lucy saw him, she did him a kindness. She's not entirely sure if he's come to return that favor or not. “What are you doing here?”

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        Lucy goes to find him by the riverside, when she hears from their fearless leader that Wyll is secluding himself from the party. She brings with her a half-empty bottle of rough red wine and two wooden cups. “I thought you might like some company.” And she smiles, radiating warmth in the cold moonlight.

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        Lucy watches him, waiting for the inevitable remark meant to inspire another fight to come. It catches her off guard when it never does. Fine? She squints at him like she thinks she'll be able to discern something new from his face now, even though she never has been before. But he's already turning away.

        Four bounds over from playing with Scratch when she's called, and Lucy watches the pair of them leave, perplexed. She lowers her goggles back over her eyes and turns to her work. It's difficult to focus. It's been difficult to focus for going on four days.

        Still, she spends a good two hours trying and getting almost nowhere, but when he doesn't return in that time, she sighs and sets her project aside. She removes her goggles entirely and tosses them inside her tent in frustration. Not talking to him isn't making her feel any better. So.

        Lucy goes to find him. It's not exactly easy in the thick of the shadows, but she does come across him finally and pause, head canting to the side. “...what are you doing?” she asks, curiosity winning out once again.

        Cooper smirks, thinking she's just being childish, being bratty, just to irritate him further. But it's wiped clean off by her next words that cut like a him like knife. That is...worse. So much worse. He'd rather her be angry with him than indifferent.

        He stands there quietly for a moment, strongly considers attempting to goad her further and telling her he talked with the elf. But he just doesn't want to. If he pisses her off again, how long will she go without speaking to him then? Instead he moves from behind her so he's no longer blocking her light. "Fine."

        Then he looks toward Four playing nearby. "Come on, Four, why don't we go scrounge up somethin' to eat." The rest are happy to feed Four (probably Cooper too, if he contributed) but he likes to bring her along while he hunts for his own food. Being part of a community isn't really what he does anymore.

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@clawsextended said: “don't bullshit me. you're limping. when did you start limping?”

        “i didn't say i'm not limping. i said it's not a big deal.” but you are limping, a little bit. ever since that last fight, there's been a shooting pain emanating from your twisted left ankle, running all the way up your leg. and this late in the day, you don't have any spells left to fix the problem. “or it won't be, once we find a place to rest.”

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@crimesought said: “could you just tell me what really happened?”

        Lucy stopped, a confused furrow forming between her brows. “I am telling you what really happened,” she said. “I really did marry a stranger and he really did stab me the same night.” Perhaps it was the casual way she talked about it, as if it was not a terrible thing to happen to somebody. “And, well—that really is how I got this scar—”

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        “we sure do,” lucy says, setting aside the runework she was busy practicing and flashing the kid a smile. she can tell that ylfa is above and beyond bored; sketching runes in her journal can wait. “i used to play rummy with my dad all the time. i think it's the same as gin.” lucy moves to sit opposite ylfa with a stump between them. “you might have to remind me of the rules. and i'm afraid i don't have any sugar cubes, but i do have these we can pretend with.” she produces a small pouch of ball-bearings. “we can each take half, and the first one to lose them all loses the whole game?”

❝ do they have cards, where you're from? ❞ they are both at camp today and ylfa is bored, the wolf pacing inside her as it begs to be let free from its cage, to be able to fight and kill some bad guys. it is no longer a separate being to her, no longer something distinct — the wolf wants to fight and so too does ylfa, the monster a part of her now. and so she decides that distraction is key, sitting down beside lucy with a deck of cards. ❝ i played a lot with my grandma. she said that gambling's wrong but it doesn't count when you're playing gin. or using sugar cubes instead of coppers. do you want to play? ❞

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@maestrojax said: “stop it. you're having a party. it's nonnegotiable.”

        “A birthday party? Here?” Lucy gestured around at the current residents of Last Light Inn, most of whom were just happy to have escaped the Shadow-Curse for a little while. “I'm just not sure it's entirely appropriate...” And she hadn't shared that her birthday had already come and gone during their little adventure in order to fish for some kind of celebration. It was simply...on her mind.

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@feminurge said: “maybe we should set up camp, take turns keeping watch.”

        “that sounds like a great idea!” lucy replies, not bothering to mask the relief in her voice and on her face. “i didn't want to make a fuss, but my feet are honestly killing me.” 

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@mindhallow — cont'd.

one foot after the other. don't think about the mutilated heap of a brain you awoke with. forget about the tadpole that made a home of your loss. shelter is your priority from which you can plan properly. crawl, if you must, crawl and claw to reach it. the graveyard of metal and sand will not be where this story ends. whoever subjected you to the whims of illithids must pay. "excuse me! hello! hi!" you have a sinking suspicion she is not that person. "sorry to disturb you, but--have you seen my head?" she is decidedly not that person. a fellow survivor, she surely is. your tadpole squirms with excitement at the proximity of kin. you smack your temple in warning. "okay, alright! calm down in there, would you? i can't fucking think when you do that!"

        you reel back somewhat at the sudden squirming in your head as you draw near. oh, you do not like that feeling at all. it serves to remind you of the creature swimming around behind your eye socket. but you also know, somehow, what it means. what it's responding to.

        this person was on the nautiloid, too, and shares in your current predicament of uninvited passengers. you automatically look him over, checking for any sign of injury. strange, how you both managed to survive the crash with only a few scrapes and bruises to show for it.

        “are you...all right?” you ask, because it seems like the more important question, somehow. “i'm lucy. can you tell me your name?”

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@crimesought said: “you owe me nothing.”

        “And...?” Lucy trails off, arching a brow. “See, it's not really about what I owe you. It's more about what we all owe each other.” She tilts her head to the side, a wry smile curling across her lips. “Plus, I think my odds of getting this thing out of my head are a lot better with you than without, so...” She purses her lips. “Afraid you're stuck with me. At least for now.”

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a bg3 au starter for @clawsextended <3

        You return from gathering wood for the fire expecting to find an almost empty camp, but that is not the scene you discover. The others have returned, and at first your heart leaps excitedly. Withers does not make for the most linear conversational partner, and you're keen for someone else to talk to. That's when you realize they're all crouched around the bloodied, shaking form of your party's leader.

        Something must have gone terribly wrong at the créche. You drop the wood by the fire and quickly approach, pushing past Shadowheart and Astarion to kneel at Selina's side. Gently, you place a hand on her shoulder. “Hey...hey, now...” With utmost care, you try to help her sit up. You wonder what could have happened to cause such a state, but those questions are best left for later. “Why don't you come with me and I'll help you get cleaned up?”

        As you turn, guiding Selina towards the nearby river, you glance back over your shoulder to the others. “Somebody should make something to eat,” you advise, and quickly return to your self-appointed charge.

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pov: you ask lucy what she was up to when the nautiloid snatched her and she describes, in cheerful detail, cutting the head off a man's corpse before it was cold.

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some bg3 au lucy ideas, now that her dnd character sheet is (mostly) finished and available at the bottom of her carrd page:

lucy is a descendant of a faction of people who moved into stone bunkers underground when the spellplague began in 1385DR. so they are technically in the underdark but not of the underdark.

as they had no contact with the above world and believed the spellplague to be a world-ending event, the faction remained in their bunker (aka vault) for the next 107 years.

in 1492DR, lucy's vault is raided by a band of outsiders whose leader kidnaps her father, compelling lucy to venture up to the surface to find him.

at some point during its plane hopping chaotic crash course to the sword coast, the nautiloid passes over and snatches lucy. she is not tav and/or durge, but an additional tadpoled companion they can recruit into the party.

her personal quest involves finding her dad, ofc. details to come.

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lucy defending her choice to let astarion feed on her by saying they're a community that depends on each other is so funny...i'm like girl he'd probably trade u for one corn chip!!!!

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@radiaking said: ❝ can’t tell you how exciting it was listening to that fucking conversation. ❞

        “I don't recall inviting you to eavesdrop.” Lucy scowls at him for a moment, then returns to reviewing some of the notes she took while discussing spell components with Gale. “You could try doing something useful for the group, instead of lurking over my shoulder all day...” 

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@clawsextended said: “Fuck them.”

        You look at her sadly for a moment with those wide brown eyes. The choices on Selina's shoulders are not easy ones, and you do not envy her the position she's been put in over and over again on this journey. Still... “Do you really mean that?” You have to ask, so gentle. “Or are you maybe covering for something?”