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]

"That can be the case, yes. They're certainly attracted to reflections of their own nature."

Lust to lust, Pride to pride and so on. It's natural, he thinks; it's something that most people who have been in Thedas for a little while are quick to pick up on. The nature of spirits and demons is something that haunts the residents of this world, no matter what Solas' personal affection for them might be.

Solas, at least, is a scholar. He knows that people from the Rifts are bound to be curious and he has no reason to deny them.

"I am something called a Dreamer. I venture into the Fade during my dreams and I have spoken with many spirits over time. One of them was a dear friend of mine."