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

[chainlightning]

"No-"

But Helena is already running down the path. Merrill curses in a mix of Elven and Sindarin, something colorful that likely only Solas understands. It's tempting to cast something, to try and stop Helena and the spirit (Desire, Merrill thinks; she is tempting, asking them what they want) - but she doesn't want to start a fight no one is ready for.

Still, she's starting to think she may not have much choice.

"This isn't safe!"

[elegiaque]

How many shard-bearers do they have. There's hers, there's Helena's—which is extremely fucking useful, attached to someone running half-cocked after a manipulative spirit, thank you, very much, someone wasn't listening when Kitty specified their top priority—there's Kitty's, Iorveth's, Lakshmi (much good she's already done). How many did it take to open a rift in Skyhold?

Just one. And she's dead now, but nevermind that, that's probably fine, the point is helpful spirits don't play separate the weak from the pack and maybe they don't need her (it) at all. Maybe they just tear a hole in this place and hope they don't stumble out into the middle of Minrathous—

Maker, she wishes she'd asked Galadriel how she imagined going about that.

“Solas,” urgently, under her breath, “Solas, what would happen if we made a rift?”

[dirth]

None of this is going the way that Solas had wanted it to and he can feel the tension flooding him, making him frustrated and on edge. He trusts spirits - to an extent, of course - but this seems a little too dangerous for him to trust. His frown marks his face and he steps forward, moving closer to the rest of the party, intense and sure.

None of this is good, and he glowers, just a little, almost protective. Defensive.

"If we open a rift we should emerge somewhere near to where we fell. If we have enough power to open it." He's not entirely sure about that, especially with Helena rushing away, with everything that's happened to this party. He doesn't quite have that trust.