war table: one giant leap.

[propulsion]

WHO: Intrepid heroes
WHAT: Forging a path to the second Crossroads Gate, and then poking it with sticks.
WHEN: Late Drakonis
WHERE: The Crossroads
NOTES: n/a

Comments

birds?? doing drugs???

[doneisdone]

The colleague in question is an expected one, the tall and grim form of Teren all decked out in her Warden regalia. The sour look on her face differs only slightly from the usual by the rhythmic flinching as the Calling pounds in her mind, but she nonetheless stands patiently by Dick as he prepares the nug.

"Don't much like the look of this," she says, of everything and nothing, to no one in particular.

[nonvenomous]

“You don’t have to like it.”

The harness is little more than a modified bridle, gaps padded out with cloth and leather to curtail wriggling escape. It has the look of a device that’s several iterations deep -- specifically commissioned. This is likely not the first time a nug has been taken for a walk in Dick’s care.

He glances to Teren as he plucks the joint from Thot’s beak back to his mouth, already red around the eyes. His own gear is dramatic for the work at hand: steel plate polished where it’s strapped on to reinforce mage armor, gauntlets cast aside for nug juggling.

“Frankly it would be more informative to have one of you cross the threshold.”

[doneisdone]

She snorts in dry amusement at Dick's pragmatism, and even more so at how the joint is being passed back and forth. What a company they are.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," she remarks, watching him work, "will you be long?"

[nonvenomous]

“No.”

One last strap tightened around the middle and Richard rolls the beast over like a finished hoagie to slip a rope deft through a loop between the shoulders. Thot helps, or at least “helps,” nipping at the threaded end to pull it through for him to tie the knot. And so on.

“Fortuitous timing for your return.”

hits this even tho I have no answers yet, bc banter is still a thing

[doneisdone]

"Clever creature," Teren remarks, nodding toward Thot. "Fortuitous indeed. Are they ready?"