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faderift2016-08-10 11:17 pm
faderifting) wrote in faderift2016-08-10 11:17 pm
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AUGUST RIFTER ARRIVAL
WHO: New rifters & their rescuers
WHAT: People fall out of a rift and get attacked by stuff, as usual
WHEN: August 10
WHERE: Somewhere high in the Frostbacks but not so far from Skyhold
NOTES: This month, the arrival log is open to all. Solas was able to alert the Inquisition to the general area where the new rifters would be arriving so people could be sent to pick them up.
WHAT: People fall out of a rift and get attacked by stuff, as usual
WHEN: August 10
WHERE: Somewhere high in the Frostbacks but not so far from Skyhold
NOTES: This month, the arrival log is open to all. Solas was able to alert the Inquisition to the general area where the new rifters would be arriving so people could be sent to pick them up.
You were asleep--deeply or fitfully, for the last time or just resting your eyes for a moment-- and then you were not. And wherever you were was not, anymore, replaced by nothing but the sensation of falling, tumbling into endless, bottomless nothing. If this were still a dream, you would wake before you hit the ground. You can't die in a dream, they say. In some worlds.
In this world, when the afterimage left by a flare of too-bright, greenish light fades, you will find yourself already moving again, rolling or sliding down a steep, icy slope. You're not moving fast--not yet--but it's steep enough that you could if not careful to stop and catch your balance and find your footing. It's a precarious spot: the mountainside drops off for hundreds of feet below, and the only path out is a narrow rocky ledge that inches around and down to safety.
Access to that path is blocked by the rift itself, splitting the air between where you and several others have fallen and the start of that path. The cluster of demons emerging from the rift seem at odds with the setting. Some are tall, spindly stick-things with too many eyes who seem like they should tumble down the hill in a tangle of limbs but instead sink into the snow to anchor themselves and use the long reach of their arms to attack. Some are hunched and hooded with no eyes at all, others mere wisps of greenish light that float over the icy ground. None look friendly or familiar. Also unfamiliar is the narrow splinter of light the same sickly green as whatever brought you here that now glows out of the palm of your left hand. It aches, a bone-deep pain that gnaws even through all the distractions.
In this world, when the afterimage left by a flare of too-bright, greenish light fades, you will find yourself already moving again, rolling or sliding down a steep, icy slope. You're not moving fast--not yet--but it's steep enough that you could if not careful to stop and catch your balance and find your footing. It's a precarious spot: the mountainside drops off for hundreds of feet below, and the only path out is a narrow rocky ledge that inches around and down to safety.
Access to that path is blocked by the rift itself, splitting the air between where you and several others have fallen and the start of that path. The cluster of demons emerging from the rift seem at odds with the setting. Some are tall, spindly stick-things with too many eyes who seem like they should tumble down the hill in a tangle of limbs but instead sink into the snow to anchor themselves and use the long reach of their arms to attack. Some are hunched and hooded with no eyes at all, others mere wisps of greenish light that float over the icy ground. None look friendly or familiar. Also unfamiliar is the narrow splinter of light the same sickly green as whatever brought you here that now glows out of the palm of your left hand. It aches, a bone-deep pain that gnaws even through all the distractions.
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At least he's starting to get better at literally everything that involves physically climbing places. And swinging his sword. He still practices with the crossbow, of course, but even though it's a lot more dangerous, he actually can admit that he hits things with a sword a lot more often.
Staying still doesn't protect her from attack, but it does make her less of a priority. Church pulls himself to her as quickly as he can anyway, raising a hand to block a bolt of sickly green energy with a small shield of his own...sickly green energy, wow, detecting a theme here huh. The last thing they need is for some errant attack to make someone go sliding right off the edge. (It's like fucking Sidewinder all over again; he hates that place.) He shakes out his hand, hissing a little for using his shard, but beckons with the other.
"Okay, this is all really scary, but I gotta know right now, can you fight? It's okay if you don't, I'm not making anyone do fucking flips and tricks and awesome shit on a god damn ice cliff."
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"Merci," she offered him a strained, but genuine, smile before continuing. "I'm afraid I won't be the best help in this situation, you needn't put yourself in danger for me" the last thing she needs is someone getting hurt because of her. That scares her far more than those strange looking creatures.
"I might have an idea, though" a pause as she checks her pocket for her lighter, and she nods to herself, rather pleased to find that at least she had that on her. "Have anything flammable?" she asked, bringing up her lighter for him to see, and gives it a small flick to ignite it, momentarily, just to get the point across.
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"...I mean I...have a shirt you could set on fire, and while I'm pretty flattered at the idea of stripping in front of a lady on first sight, maybe we should get a drink first." Church no.
(w o w xD)
"Hate to break it to you but I'm not.." a pause, single? She is, but it didn't mean her heart wasn't was completely preoccupied, so that word wouldn't fit. "Available" accompanied with an awkward smile. She needed to change the subject, it wasn't the right to dwell on this.
"I was hoping to distract them or at least cause significant damage, because other than that I doubt I'll be of any use".
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She isn't completely following him and is instead going through possible causes for this odd hallucination.
"Could be intravenous opioids..." it would make sense, considering she was healing from a bullet wound and all. She's definitely muttering to herself, but after a quick nod to herself, agreeing to her own conclusion she looks back at him. Confusion still obvious on her face, the initial fear she was in has subsided now that her logical thinking has settled in. "What's your plan?"
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"If you see anything glowing green under your feet, run." Those spindly tall creepy bastards are generally not to be fucked with. "I can shield you from some of the worst of shit flung at us, but it's definitely better to try and stay low and out of the way." Good thing there are just. like. so many places to go to up here on the icy cliff of bullshit, right?
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Seems like laying low, was, after all the best she could do. Wait this out until it was safer to move. Or maybe...
"Would it help if I were to distract them? It would be easier for you to help the others that way" simply said, because that's how she is. Wouldn't be the first time she's put herself in the line of danger, after all, not that she considers this dangerous because she's in complete denial. Monsters, magic, being sent back to some medieval period just doesn't make any logical sense.
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"Wh--I'm sorry, you, the one who just plopped into this world, with no immediate fighting skills to think of, you want to run around and distract them? Make yourself a target? Fuck no. Just--if you do anything, think of it like a first person shooter, dodge anything that comes at you. It'll hurt. Or make you go careening off the edge of the map, and spoiler alert, you don't just respawn."
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It took her a moment, but she kicked off the heels, lent down and cut a pieces of cloth from her already disheveled suit pants and tied them around her feet. Might not be the same as the warmth of her shoes, but at least it offered some protection from the ice.
She stood upright and gave him a stern look, smile gone and whatever this was she wasn't planning on playing the victim or the coward. "If not that than so be it, but I won't run and have you protect me" a pause "have any weapons on you? if anything I'll defend myself and you go help the others" she wasn't completely helpless, she can vaguely fight.
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"...I got this sword, lady, and that's about all I was dragging up this godforsaken mountain. Okay, look, be a distraction, get roasted by magical fireballs or whatever, I'll run out and do some sword-whacking, and really try really hard to not die. I like people that fall out of rifts, generally. Being one myself. So...yeah, maybe don't die. Good pep talk, three two one let's go."
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"I'll do my best not to" a pause, she combed her hair back before continuing, "as long as you don't "sword-whack" me" her accent was really showing there, obviously unfamiliar with the slang. To her this honestly felt more like a game and the adrenaline rush she was experiencing didn't help much, there was almost something playful about her demeanor here. She's got too much of a scientific mind to even begin to believe this whole situation, so of course, she's denying it actually happening.
She must own that river.
Hopefully Church is ready, because right after giving him a quick glance she ran, waving her arm to catch the attention of the now awfully close creatures, her other arm wrapped around her abdomen. She decided to ignore the ever present dull pain for now, but instinctively kept pressure on the injury. It wasn't bleeding out, or even that fatal now, but it wasn't completely healed either.
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One of those tall spindly scary motherfuckers who like to pop up right under feet took notice to her, and before it could decide to do its shiny 'melt into the ground' trick, Church leapt out and drew his blade right across its middle in a surprise attack. It screamed, screamed in one of those terrifying, ear-shattering ways, and whirled. He ducked and was mostly out of the way anyway. Now its attention was split. Maybe they could keep pulling that move. He didn't keep up the attack, moving to a different distracted target and running it through, too. Distract them all and scatter. This is...not the kind of plan the Blues would've come up with, and yet, it's still just as dangerous and suicidal. Huh. Tucker might be proud in a horrified kind of way.