PLAYER PLOT | Forgetti Catchall, now in the right comm

[wythersake]

WHO: Ennaris Tavane, Julius, Bastien, Viktor, Clarisse La Rue + OTA
WHAT: Strangers arrive at the Gallows.
WHEN: A week in Haring.
WHERE: The Gallows / elsewhere
NOTES: Check out this OOC Post for details.

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jayce and his mace in a one-man foot race from the marketplace

[grindset]

Viktor, meanwhile, in acute dismay, is watching this page bleed into oblivion when a familiar body charges past him without so much as a glance his way. He breathes in—but Clarisse says it first, leaving his mouth empty and the rest of him rooted uselessly to this spot.

He, too, turns a look to his companions, likewise taking stock, and so catches Bastien's eye just in time to communicate his own inner disarray; You're leaving? hardly has time to spark before the man opts to abstract himself from their circumstances. Here Viktor remains, now very aware of the bystanders, who will receive from him only silent reproach before he snaps his attention back to the absolute shambles of a situation unfolding here.

"Don't," comes out steely. "Put that away." The anchor.

[aberratic]

Everything is happening so fast—Ness went to the crystals to attempt to get them passage on the ferry, and still no one knew them, and now Cedric and Clarisse are fighting—she wrings her hands at the violence between friends, near to tears. Jayce's appearance, mace in hand, anchor shard snapping, draws a gasp, and her hands go up in the universal signal for 'I have no weapons, I'm not a threat.'

Of course, that means her anchor shard is pointed directly at him.

She barely spares a glance for Bastien—it hasn't even occurred to her to run.

"Messere Talis," she says, a distinct pleading tone to her voice, "what is going on?"

[pathlit]

Alarmed, his eyes dart from Clarisse to Viktor to Ness, the latter on whom they remain, narrowed with confusion and suspicion. This isn't just one unfamiliar voice on the crystals recognizing him anymore, and while that doesn't really change anything, it does deepen the prickly discomfort in his stomach.

After a beat, Jayce lowers his anchor. "Question of the day, isn't it?" is not an answer because he hasn't got one. Glancing between Ness and Viktor, concluding that, for at least the next few seconds it's unlikely for either of them to suddenly attack, he approaches the edge of the docks and crouches down, not resting on his knee (in case he needs to spring back from an assault). The woman in the water seemed disarmed enough, so--

Offering his shard palm, he grimly says to Clarisse (and Cedric), "Let's go."

[laruetheday]

Clarisse grits her teeth. She wants, more than anything, to say him first and force Cedric up onto the dock ahead of her. She wouldn't put it past him to try and hit her from behind as she climbed up first. There's a similar problem with Cedric going before she does, though, where he and Jayce will both be standing above her, at an advantage, while she treads water.

Wild that these are real thoughts she's having—that Jayce, her friend, the person who sat with her in the forge for hours working on that knife, might attack her.

After a few more seconds of deliberation, she snaps, "Fine." She reaches up for his hand and uses the momentum and Jayce's weight to haul herself up and out of the water.