[ 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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[laruetheday]

Clarisse watches him, amused and wondering if she maybe smokes too much. She doesn't react like this anymore, that's for sure. Oh, well, that's something to consider once they're back home.

For now, she nods and pops a piece of sausage into her mouth. "I like your confidence," she says with her mouth full.

She does, she's not being snarky. Because either he just has a lot of faith in her, in which case she's flattered, or he's going to pull off something sneaky and underhanded tomorrow and secure their victory. Either way she emerges from this situation looking good.

[wythersake]

And eventually, they do emerge: Victorious, and covered in leaves, and alright, a little underhanded.

(Toledor had frozen, strange, for a crucial shot. Tomas' hart was found rotten through, clearly an old kill dragged in to fake.)

The Teryn looks a sour man at his own celebrations; Isaac smug enough for the both of them, when he pulls aside to discuss alternate prizes. Among the arrangements promises the return of Clarisse's trophy to Riftwatch, a finely-stuffed –

What did she take down, again?

[laruetheday]

It was definitely a bereskarn, and its stuffed body will make a delightful addition to the Gallows.

Clarisse, for her part, is able to play it cool at the celebration afterward. She's obviously pleased with herself, and proud of their work, but she's not going out of her way to brag. (She saves all that for the trip back.)