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

[rathercommon]

"Especially not mine?" Kitty casts an uncertain glance down at herself. Is it because she's too skinny? It's not like Gwen is any larger than she is - honestly, Kitty could probably endure a bit more poison than Gwen could, at the end of the day. "Why not mine?"

[elegiaque]

“With the plague that came, when all the rifters and lyrium-users got sick, one of the things that happened was that rifters were—over time—stripped back to their most basic, basest selves. They started...they lost cohesion. They became more like spirits.”

Gwenaëlle turns in a circle, gesturing widely: witness, the Fade, where spirits (and demons) (and rifters) come from.

“I happen to like you how you are, Kitty. I don't want to find out the hard way that we can't put you back together again if the Fade decides to unmake you from the inside out.”

[rathercommon]

Kitty's mouth opens, and then closes again. Under the uncanny light of the Fade, Kitty's color has been rather greenish - but it goes even greener now. Unmake you from the inside out. It's a thought more horrifying by far than death. She would sooner die a hundred times than have her mind taken from her, her will...

"Oh," she says, very faintly. A moment, and then she swallows. Right. No proof something like that would happen. You'll be okay. Another swallow, and a shaky breath - "Well, I'm not gonna let you and the others take all the risk."

[elegiaque]

“But let's not get ahead of ourselves on risks we might not need to take at all,” Gwenaëlle says, swiftly. “We're very clever and determined and we're going to get out of here. Intact, and before too long.”

That's just how it's going to have to be.