AMBIENCE It's highly unusual to see Gela among the ranks of Riftwatch today; she doesn't go anywhere that could threaten combat but, before the slick appearance of the pearlescent dome and the town held within it, the diplomacy party sent ahead had little reason to think it would come to that. Things have changed, but she's stayed anyway. She doesn't have to go inside and probably shouldn't; it doesn't seem like she has a weapon of any kind on her being, just a silk cloak draped around her shoulders, held in place with a clasp. Her hair is drawn back.
She says, "I haven't seen anything like this before."
Green sticks to the inside of the dome. The shapes of what she thinks are people move around inside but both too fast to really be people and also too slow.
She's thinking out loud while she watches. "We should set up a perimeter... And send reassurance to their neighbours that this isn't about to happen to them too." You know. Probably. Hopefully? "The last thing we need are mass evacuations."
SURVIVOR-PRESENTING The woman who comes to stare at Gela plaintively through the surface of the bubble has her palms pressed flat against it. She's more visible now that she's close and it's so easy to see her expression, how it twists in fright and desperation. The rest of her body disappears behind the translucent shield, torso and legs more indistinct but angled strangely, suggesting pain and injury.
"Help meeeee," she wails. The sound comes through as if from underwater and then she's crying noisily, fogging the dome from the other side. "Please, they're coming. Please help me—"
"We will," Gela urges her, horrified, turning her head at once to look for shard-bearers. Raising her voice now, anxiety in the short, sharp breath that heralds a shout, "We need help! Quickly!"
She can't get the barrier open herself.
ESCORT MISSION "I can help."
Gela has a knife in her hand — been a while since she's had to use it but it's not like you can really forget how to stab (or at the very least threaten that you're going to do it convincingly). "There are people missing still."
Most of Riftwatch is concerned with battling the demons; finding the source of the barrier; holding off the corpses of the people who didn't make it. Doesn't leave many hands left to coax out the hiding survivors and, in good conscience, Gela simply can't stay out here comforting the people who have broken free. "Can I go in with you?"
Gela, OPEN
It's highly unusual to see Gela among the ranks of Riftwatch today; she doesn't go anywhere that could threaten combat but, before the slick appearance of the pearlescent dome and the town held within it, the diplomacy party sent ahead had little reason to think it would come to that. Things have changed, but she's stayed anyway. She doesn't have to go inside and probably shouldn't; it doesn't seem like she has a weapon of any kind on her being, just a silk cloak draped around her shoulders, held in place with a clasp. Her hair is drawn back.
She says, "I haven't seen anything like this before."
Green sticks to the inside of the dome. The shapes of what she thinks are people move around inside but both too fast to really be people and also too slow.
She's thinking out loud while she watches. "We should set up a perimeter... And send reassurance to their neighbours that this isn't about to happen to them too." You know. Probably. Hopefully? "The last thing we need are mass evacuations."
SURVIVOR-PRESENTING
The woman who comes to stare at Gela plaintively through the surface of the bubble has her palms pressed flat against it. She's more visible now that she's close and it's so easy to see her expression, how it twists in fright and desperation. The rest of her body disappears behind the translucent shield, torso and legs more indistinct but angled strangely, suggesting pain and injury.
"Help meeeee," she wails. The sound comes through as if from underwater and then she's crying noisily, fogging the dome from the other side. "Please, they're coming. Please help me—"
"We will," Gela urges her, horrified, turning her head at once to look for shard-bearers. Raising her voice now, anxiety in the short, sharp breath that heralds a shout, "We need help! Quickly!"
She can't get the barrier open herself.
ESCORT MISSION
"I can help."
Gela has a knife in her hand — been a while since she's had to use it but it's not like you can really forget how to stab (or at the very least threaten that you're going to do it convincingly). "There are people missing still."
Most of Riftwatch is concerned with battling the demons; finding the source of the barrier; holding off the corpses of the people who didn't make it. Doesn't leave many hands left to coax out the hiding survivors and, in good conscience, Gela simply can't stay out here comforting the people who have broken free. "Can I go in with you?"
WILDCARD
go hard