[ may catchall ]

[wythersake]

WHO: Isaac, Cedric, Lazar + Clarisse, others, you??
WHAT: Open & closed prompts for a bit
WHEN: Vaguely post-attacks, like enough that it isn't silly
WHERE: Here n' there
NOTES: Adding these as I go. Wildcards welcome. HMU on plurk or Discord if you want anything bespoke.

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[brennvin]

His arm catches hers and she grasps for his sleeve to steady herself, hauling herself up that last distance until she’s teetering beside him. And her hands are empty: no work orders, so Lazar won’t have to discreetly shove her off the pile and escape with plausible deniability.

Astrid cranes her head, looking further up to the little outcropping he’d indicated. It had been an intact wall partway up the tower, once. She tests the stability of the scree underfoot; like climbing trees, she tells herself, the way you suss out the branches that’ll hold your weight. Like walking across ice.

She jumps, scrambles, more fleet-footed than her initial approach implied, and eventually plants herself on that flat broken-down wall, her legs swinging.

“Not punching you this time,” she says, for clarification’s sake. Y’know, in case he was worried.

[extortionate]

Wasn’t not worried,

"Awful gracious when you got the high ground."

A grin for that squirrel-run. Lazar glances the track, then follows: Motion precise, weight careless - stones plunging underfoot. The way he vaults onto the wall is half momentum. If they take the same path back, they’ll be missing steps.

Good. Just boring, otherwise.

He flops down, flat-backed as a mummy. Gold glints from his finger.

"Where’d you end up bunking?"

[brennvin]

“Out in the herb garden,” Astrid says, her knee knocking against Lazar’s boot and nudging it aside until she can squirm and make herself comfortable beside him: back against part of the wall, one leg tucked under herself, the other dangling over the edge.

She has a good view out over the Gallows, the occasional small glimpse of someone in the distance trudging between the two (mostly) still-standing towers. “Clearing out the rubble, they found enchanted cloth from, like, some old Research project or something? Got some tents out of it and mine’s enchanted so it’s magically heated and got temperature control. Absolute game-changer, wish I’d had this all my years camping. Riftwatch’s got some perks.”

She cranes to glance back at him. Noting the gleam at his finger; her mouth opens, but the question which comes out first instead is a simple: “You?”