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

[limier]

"Yes." She lies, and hopes it might become true. A step back, leading, "The Fade is shaped by us, yes?"

In dreams, it is. In raw form? It must be, must be still, to some degree — only but look about them.

"We may make one, may find it." Perhaps. Maybe. But if ever there was a time for certainty, it's in trying to will a fucking path into being. Maker knows what a time any Maker must have had of it. "You do not need this."

[chainlightning]

Coupe steps. Merrill follows, glad to not be the one to lead in this case. The room is eerie, the cries of the 'baby' ringing in her ears. Her stomach twists and Merrill ends up grabbing for Coupe's sleeve, or arm, or something - something physical to hold onto when all the world around them is strange.

"There's always a way," she says after a moment, taking a deep breath. "Sometimes you just have to find it. But- down, I think? Stairs, somewhere."

Exist, she wills, with white-knuckled tension.