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thecrossinglogs2024-12-20 03:54 pm
hasapoint) wrote in thecrossinglogs2024-12-20 03:54 pm
and if you fall
WHO: Need and: the first prompt and general wildcard interaction is OTA. The second prompt is closed to her and Allynbee, Bakugo, and Yusuke. It doesn't have to be a megathread but if you want one that's cool.
WHAT: First prompt: Need meanders around and makes a weapon that throws rocks good and tests it on a wall. Second prompt: returning to the River to see what's there to be found. I'm happy with either prose or brackets!
WHERE: Cavern of course! First prompt is in the city or wherever within the lantern's light you'd like your character encountering Need. Second prompt is overlooking the River.
WHEN: Between the intro log and the first Crossing. I'm leaning after the Ferryman's announcement but if you want a thread set before then I'm game.
WARNINGS Not sure. General discussion of the lethality of slung stones is a possibility, and the unpleasantness of being submerged in the River.
check the cupboard for your daddy's gun
Need is quite tall, heavyset, and the oldest-looking person present, with a seamed and scarred face and a wary, watchful aspect. Having spent a long afterlife in service, she feels at loose ends here and is often in motion, walking slow circuits and checking to see if anything has changed, or unpicking bits of fabric so she can find uses for it as string.
One of the first things she does is put together a sling. It doesn't look like much, just a length of braided twine. She takes it up into the higher reaches of the subterranean city to try and test it, with a series of rounded stones for ammunition. The crack of the sling, or of the stone hitting, carries in the quiet as she refines her aim.
"Fired clay bullets are better," she says conversationally, not looking directly at whoever she's speaking to. Crack! Need pulls the now-trailing end of the sling up, wrapping it loosely around her fingers. "Cast lead is best. But if I'm wishing for things that aren't here, first I want a sword."
it's a long way down to the bottom of the river
It's hard to get much out of the Ferryman. Knowing how often she's been cryptic to the living, Need has set her jaw and not tried to wheedle out an answer. The little that she has picked up has been the intimation that she can glean something by returning to the River.
Maybe the other three have also spoken to them, or followed someone headed this way, or meandered here on their own. Regardless, Need looks out across the broad expanse of dark water and exhales slowly.
"It's better than the ocean," she complains, a 'but' clear in her tone.
WHAT: First prompt: Need meanders around and makes a weapon that throws rocks good and tests it on a wall. Second prompt: returning to the River to see what's there to be found. I'm happy with either prose or brackets!
WHERE: Cavern of course! First prompt is in the city or wherever within the lantern's light you'd like your character encountering Need. Second prompt is overlooking the River.
WHEN: Between the intro log and the first Crossing. I'm leaning after the Ferryman's announcement but if you want a thread set before then I'm game.
WARNINGS Not sure. General discussion of the lethality of slung stones is a possibility, and the unpleasantness of being submerged in the River.
check the cupboard for your daddy's gun
Need is quite tall, heavyset, and the oldest-looking person present, with a seamed and scarred face and a wary, watchful aspect. Having spent a long afterlife in service, she feels at loose ends here and is often in motion, walking slow circuits and checking to see if anything has changed, or unpicking bits of fabric so she can find uses for it as string.
One of the first things she does is put together a sling. It doesn't look like much, just a length of braided twine. She takes it up into the higher reaches of the subterranean city to try and test it, with a series of rounded stones for ammunition. The crack of the sling, or of the stone hitting, carries in the quiet as she refines her aim.
"Fired clay bullets are better," she says conversationally, not looking directly at whoever she's speaking to. Crack! Need pulls the now-trailing end of the sling up, wrapping it loosely around her fingers. "Cast lead is best. But if I'm wishing for things that aren't here, first I want a sword."
it's a long way down to the bottom of the river
It's hard to get much out of the Ferryman. Knowing how often she's been cryptic to the living, Need has set her jaw and not tried to wheedle out an answer. The little that she has picked up has been the intimation that she can glean something by returning to the River.
Maybe the other three have also spoken to them, or followed someone headed this way, or meandered here on their own. Regardless, Need looks out across the broad expanse of dark water and exhales slowly.
"It's better than the ocean," she complains, a 'but' clear in her tone.