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?

 

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[shri]

The chaos of it all whips around them. The volley of gunfire is broken up - when something far worse splits the air.

Canons, canons like thunder. The horses scream, men shout - and the carnage is instant, bodies are ripped apart, cut in half. Limbs are strewn about. Death, death without meaning, or warning. Skill, heritage, power, it means nothing in this place. Good warriors die next to untried fools, in the same wash of blood.

There is nothing to be saved. She blinks, - that sting of shock she barely understood at the time. As she looks around, about her. "They are my people, how can I walk away from them?" The grief too raw, too much herself, too often forgotten. She does not turn back, she never turns back, either to face her regrets or her victories. That way only lay ruin. "I should have died with them. I should be with them. Why did this place bring me here?"

She only, only wanted to return home. To finish what she had sworn herself to.