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

Helping Part II: Nug Ghoul (warning for animal experimentation & death)

[doneisdone]

Neither of them broadcast what they were doing ahead of time, so it's likely too late for any of the other busy researchers present to have any say in what Dick and Teren have gotten up to.

Even if she's spotted approaching the Blighted rift with the nug, harnessed to the end of a stick as it is, Teren is quick to have done with the wretched business and thrusts it inside without a word or a glance to anyone. As she draws it back out, it quickly becomes clear that their subject did not survive the journey.

With a deceased nug, now Blighted and ghoulish in appearance, at the end of the stick, Teren frowns down at it and then diverts her gaze back to Dick. What now.

[nonvenomous]

Exiled to the nearest section of the platform considered “safe,” with his arms folded stiff across his chest, Dick Dickerson looks on through the corruption seething through the stone between here and there and arches an eyebrow. It’s dead, yes, but not dissolved, or turned inside out, or otherwise mutilated.

In the beat it takes him to process this outcome, anyone in the right position might catch the way his pale eyes cut speculatively from the blighted nug to Teren herself. Hmm.

“Burn it.”

He doesn’t raise his voice, trusting she knows the routine for ghouls well-enough to recognize the shape of the words at a distance.

[doneisdone]

Though her expression doesn't change, Teren nods once and stoops to attend to the wretched creature, uncapping a little bottle of oil to pour over it. A bit of flint emerges from another pouch, which she clicks against a dagger until it sparks, igniting satisfactorily and prompting her to step back, arms crossed.

She looks over her shoulder, intent on keeping anyone from approaching while it burns.