PRIDE BEFORE A FALL | Closed.

[limier]

WHO: Lakshmi + Coupe, Kitty, Gwenaelle, Helena, Iorveth, Marcoulf, Merrill, Solas.
WHAT: Fade cannonball
WHEN: You can't make me date you
WHERE: The Free Marches
NOTES: OOC Post, Discussion plurk.

This is routine.

A rift, high above the ruins of the Hammer’s Edge Bridge. It cuts into the sky, green and pulsing as a wound to spit out spirits like misery. This is routine — but the position is precarious, so near to a cliff ledge. Watch your footing, a fall promises only sharp rocks and water below.

The task is straightforward: Close the tear, or provide a diversion for the Rifters doing so. Keep yourself alive, and keep your hand to the task, no matter how it aches. When respite comes, it’s a matter of seconds: The Rift stabilizes, and,

And Lakshmi breaks from the group. Moving fast (too considered for the pace, every demon dodged, never a misstep on the odd root or rock) as she sprints for the edge. Maybe you tried to grab her, stop her, stop someone else from grabbing her.

She launches herself legs out, flatly determined in her aim —

Maybe it’s only that like it or not, she’s going through that rift. Maybe it’s that there’s no good reason not to join her. Maybe it’s that everyone else is jumping too.

Routine, right?

 

Comments

[dirth]

Perhaps she will not fault them, but Solas understands Merrill's worry. Galadriel has seen and learned enough of this place, of Thedas, to know the dangers of it - she had experienced it herself. He doesn't see any reason to imagine why she would ignore it simply because Solas has somewhat more experience of it. No, this is still a danger, even for someone as wise as he has been forced to become.

Shaking his head, he begins to look around, thoughtful, curious.

"With the number of Rifts that have begun to emerge it would not necessarily be too much to assume there is one," he nods. He had been the one tracking the Rifts for the Inquisition; surely there will be an exit. "Any way you like."

[chainlightning]

"And then hopefully we're not in- goodness, I don't know. Par Vollen."

Please do not let them come out of a Rift in the middle of a Qunari camp. That would be potentially worse.

Still, Merrill turns and gestures toward a tower of the structure they're on. "What goes up must come down?" Not in the Fade, no, but- maybe if she believes it hard enough, it'll happen.

[dirth]

"I would hope that we find a Rift a little closer than that."

It's said with a hint of a smile; at least he has some kind of optimism about this. He feels comfortable in the Fade, but...

Turning his head, he looks over at the tower before he nods, once. "It is no worse place to start than anywhere else. After you."