[closed] uncrossing the crossroads

[nonvenomous]

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

peren art

Comments

ON BREAK

[nonvenomous]

Even the light here is grey, lending a stony, petrified cast to the ruins that constitute the Crossroads. Some one hundred feet afield in empty space, an active eluvian juts from the side of a floating island that’s really more of a boulder, a cascade of rock frozen in time in it’s crumbled from the foundation.

Richard studies it from the stairway to nothing he’s sat at the foot of to eat. Two stairs down from the anchor of his boots, the floor falls away into a concave cliff face. Beyond that, oblivion.

His back is to the others -- broadcasting in plain trade that he isn’t interested in water cooler chatter while he works his way through a wedge of flatbread roughly the same color and texture as the surrounding masonry.

Gods know he’s spent enough time listening to (and looking at) them as is.

THIS SEEMS IMPORTANT

[nonvenomous]

Draped sheets and deep shadows make the clutter of an ostentatious attic full of ostentatious bullshit all the more stifling; Dick is as still as any of the furniture, barely breathing, and standing well back from a few fingers of daylight filtering in wan through the single window. Slowly, he draws his journal from a holster at his side, followed by a wrapped stick of charcoal. Slowly, he folds the cover back and sets stick to paper.

He hasn’t taken more than a step or two away from the eluvian itself -- leaving just enough room for others slip by him as he sketches.

In a chamber below, a chair scrapes back from a table, and murmuring voices raise into laughter. Sounds like it might be a party they weren't invited to.