WHO: Athessa, Loxley, Richard and Yngvi WHAT: Exploring the Crossroads, mapping eluvians, not pooching stealth rolls. WHEN: Drakonis WHERE: Everywhere and In Between NOTES:OOC Notes
Richard slows in his chewing, bread rolled to his cheek. There’s a scuff of seat on stone; he’s turned, slightly. Just enough to gauge whether or not Loxley’s suggestion is a serious one with a Look over his shoulder.
His uncertainty goes arch when Athessa pitches in and -- with Yngvi’s help -- spins stage one of a brainstorm into deadly reality in record time.
“Are you going to draw straws?”
He twists off another piece of bread, and pushes it into his mouth by way of deliberate demonstration: he has no intention of drawing one himself. He is too busy eating. Also, he is the cleric.
Loxley remains as he is as they speak, bellydown and lizard-like on the lip of their floating island and half-twisted to watch people debate long ropes. When Richard speaks up is when he makes eye contact, maybe senses a little bit of dubiousness as to the seriousness or credibility or merit of his idea, and says; "It would only be fair. I know we're all excited at the prospect of volunteering."
He pushes himself up to sit. "We could braid another length of rope together to make it long enough, but this would all depend on everyone's confidence in climbing along a rope that distance over endless void."
Dick has too much to chew on to mount any kind of real protest. Any number of the plans they’ve executed thus far have driven him into the strange, silent and deliberately separate break he’s in the process of taking. Hollow-jawed, bread between his knees.
Without speaking, the sentiment behind a look he shoots Loxley after the idea of him climbing along a rope that distance over endless void is clear.
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His uncertainty goes arch when Athessa pitches in and -- with Yngvi’s help -- spins stage one of a brainstorm into deadly reality in record time.
“Are you going to draw straws?”
He twists off another piece of bread, and pushes it into his mouth by way of deliberate demonstration: he has no intention of drawing one himself. He is too busy eating. Also, he is the cleric.
no subject
He pushes himself up to sit. "We could braid another length of rope together to make it long enough, but this would all depend on everyone's confidence in climbing along a rope that distance over endless void."
He seems chill about it, personally.
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"Why bother with straws? I'll do it." Will it be easy? No. But it'll be fun.
no subject
Without speaking, the sentiment behind a look he shoots Loxley after the idea of him climbing along a rope that distance over endless void is clear.
He would prefer not to.