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[For someone from a place of slightly more primitive technology, Lup seems to get a handle on her handheld device quickly enough, the elf framing her face perfectly in the screen, mouth curled to the side in a sharp grin. She looks totally in her element, confident and poised despite knowing nothing of this place or of the people who run it.

The one thing she does know is she needs out of here. Pronto.

For those unfortunate residents of Wonderland who know Taako, they may mistake this woman for him considering they share the same identical faces and long, elven ears. Her voice is a little different, naturally, but hey, elves get sick sometimes too, right?]

Now, I don't want to crush your game, but I'm gonna need the name of the nerd who runs this place, because I'm a busy woman who has exactly zero time for this bullshit. I can't fault you for wanting some of the good, ol' Lup brand to sparkle up this place, but it just isn't going to work.

It's not me, it's deffo all you.

And hey-- [She holds up free hand in front of the camera, which certainly looks to be on fire.] If you don't want to come out and face me yourself, I'll just start burning it down. I have a feeling that garden out front is gonna make for a pretty choice blaze. And I've got spell slots to burn, baby.

Your move. [And okay, that ending is slightly marred by the fact she struggles to figure out how to disconnect the call, but still!]

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[Flammable face.]

[Maybe that should scare them. It sounds like a threat - worded as such. But they've been set on fire before. They've had balls of flame pitched at them across a scorched battlefield, an interface, even as they struggled to think of any conversation topics. But it seemed that talking was not the solution that problem.]

[Maybe it is for this one.]

There's no way back. Sometimes people leave, but...

[There's no knowing when they'll go, or why, or where they'll end up.]

[It's just a fact, okay! She's not threatening, just stating fact!

Still, that is absolutely not the answer that Lup had been hoping for. Her mouth twists into a frown, lips pursing together in thought. None of this was making much sense. (Not that her life ever really had, but that's besides the point.] We came in somehow, how is there not a way back?

Why was I even--[her free hand gestures, vaguely, full of uncertainty]--Dragged in here or whatever? Did the same shit happen to you? To everyone here?

[The language isn't even a surprise. They've heard it all before. They're used to hearing it.]

[Was used to it long before they came here, really.]

People end up here. Wonderland...it takes people. Freezes time back home. [That part was easy enough for them to grasp. They've done something like that themself. Still do.]

And then it...does what it wants with you.

[Freezes time? For someone like Lup, whose body has only aged a single year within the last century due to being trapped within a looping cycle of time, the concept isn't completely foreign. And honestly, it's subtle, but there's a touch of relief there in her expression, some of the worry between her brows easing.

Okay, so being stuck here sucks, but at least the world she left behind isn't literally burning down in her absence. She has time to find her way out. Time to fix things.

Of course, whether they meant it or not, what Frisk says next is, uh, pretty damn horrifying.] Okay, ominous much? What does that even mean?

It...does what it wants.

[In contrast, a faint frown pinches the space between their brows. It's possible they're not quite sure how better to explain it.]

Makes events happen. From your home, from other people's homes. Just...'cause it can.

[Still with the weird ominous shit, huh? It's not much Lup's cup of tea, she tends to leave the riddles for Barry or Lucretia to piece through (those nerds love that shit), but she thinks she sort of understands. It aligns with what she's already been told so far into her stay. This place has events that are aimed to try and kill you. That must be it.]

What kind of events should I be expecting? Like, what happened last?

People walked in each other's heads.

[No, wait, that...that wasn't right. Their little brow crinkles briefly.]

No, I'm...that wasn't Wonderland. [What came before that one...?] We all got...things. From Wonderland. Things that belonged to the people who live here.

Huh. [Getting gifts, no matter how shitty they were, didn't seem particularly dangerous to Lup, but she'll take the kid's word for it.]

Alright, so what did you end up getting?

A lightsaber.

[They sound considerably less enthused about this than a kid should be, all things considered.]

A what now? [Sorry, doesn't ring a bell.] Sounds rad as hell, whatever it is.

It's a saber. Made of light.

[VERY HELPFUL, YES?]

[But they do hold up the little metallic cylinder to indicate it in earnest, the round, sleek shine of its casing and the buttons it entails.]

...

I don't want to turn it on.

[Whatever it is, Lup wants it. Like, yesterday.]

Sooo, what you're saying is you aren't going to use it, right? Cause that sure seems like a huge waste.

I don't like to FIGHT.

[The word gets an odd emphasis. Not a shout - why should they? Would they? - but it's certainly its own Word. Almost a proper noun.]

[And their term is undeniably firm.]

[The emphasis is not lost on Lup, who reacts with a raised brow at the absolute firmness of the kid's tone.

There's some kind of story there, that's for goddamn certain.]

Hey, not asking you to go out on a murder spree, kid, just saying you should give it a proper look over. Nothing more dangerous than a weapon you don't understand. [This would usually be punctuated with Lup proclaiming that she was a fucking weapon, check out these guns, but y'know, she's gotten better at reading rooms.]

I'd rather find who it belongs to.

[It belongs to someone who probably knows how to use it. Meaning it's not safe in their hands - not that it would have been safe in their hands, even if they did know how to use it. That isn't their concern.]

They'd understand it.

[Seems like a total waste, but the elf shrugs her shoulders. It isn't her business. She doesn't know these people. They can make their own mistakes, she's just going to work on getting her brother back.]

Whatever you say, kid. Good luck finding the owner or whoever. Hopefully they don't put it to too much use.

Me too.

[It's not much of a vote of confidence. It's not much of a vote of anything. But it's better than insisting they hand it over.]

Before that...we were in, um, a place with a lot of giants and things. A big, old hall with a lot of food. But there were things trying to get inside, too.

[Lup's had a rough day. Sorry, kid. Next time they talk, her enthusiasm may be closer to her usual levels.

Still, the elf listens to what Frisk has to say and nods along at each point, taking her own mental notes. It fits in along with what she's heard so far, different events that came from different worlds. Hm]

What kind of things? Did you see 'em? [She's guessing it wasn't something nice, but she could be pleasantly surprised.]

I don't know what they were. [They hdan't known a lot of people who could name the things personally, and they refuse to call them "monsters" on principle.]

Trolls, maybe? Some of them looked like they were made of ice.

[Ice trolls. Doesn't sound like a problem for Lup. Throw out a few fireballs and some shitty ice puns (Ice to meet you? Time to chill out? She'll workshop it later.) and boom. Problem solved.]

Alright, I think I got a better feeling for this place now. Watch out for events and all that.

You too.

[They don't feel like their Wonderland 101 information was exactly sufficient, but...it'd be pretty rude to try and keep her when she isn't interested in putting up with them for much longer, ha ha. So, it's okay.]

[It's okay.]

And hey, kid-- [Lup could probably use a lot more info, but that will come later when she actually realizes how stuck she is here. For now, she's still under the impression she can kick down a door and walk home. Later though, she may hit the kid up again. For now though--]

If one of these, uh, event things comes around and you get in any trouble, hit me up. Y'all won't let me burn this place to the ground, but I've got other magic up my sleeve I can use. Just sayin'.

[smooth]

I'll be okay.

[They lift one relatively sticklike arm and pump it, flexing nonexistent biceps as they square their shoulders to the best of their ability.]

I'm tough.

[oh, fuck you kid. you are too fucking cute. lup hates it.]

Hey, better call the vet cause those puppies are sick!

[That works. It lifts the edges of their mouth and pinches the corners of their eyes, squeezing those flat features into something undeniably pleased.]

Yeah, [they add, emphatic.] Wonderland better watch out.

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