[...Hell. Things have changed around here, didn't they? Pen's changes had nothing on Lucy's, physically.]
[Freya couldn't just stay hidden. Pen remarked, early on, about being able to smell her. Lucy would find her soon if she didn't act first. And of all the things Freya had been packing up when her roommate arrived, the camping mat in her hands wasn't exactly a suitable weapon.]
[Whatever. She'd make it work.]
[Freya pounced, putting a little of her strange leaping ability into it to catch Lucy before she could react; she leapt arms wide, the camping mat unfurled and one end in each hand. She tackled the harpy in a mat-padded bear hug from behind, making sure to trap her taloned hands under it, and hunkered her neck and shoulders down out of Lucy's biting range. This was as safe as it was getting, she supposed.]
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[Freya couldn't just stay hidden. Pen remarked, early on, about being able to smell her. Lucy would find her soon if she didn't act first. And of all the things Freya had been packing up when her roommate arrived, the camping mat in her hands wasn't exactly a suitable weapon.]
[Whatever. She'd make it work.]
[Freya pounced, putting a little of her strange leaping ability into it to catch Lucy before she could react; she leapt arms wide, the camping mat unfurled and one end in each hand. She tackled the harpy in a mat-padded bear hug from behind, making sure to trap her taloned hands under it, and hunkered her neck and shoulders down out of Lucy's biting range. This was as safe as it was getting, she supposed.]
Sorry about this!