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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.
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...Hm. She doesn't think he's simple. Need swallows her habitual irritation - she likes when people can handle her being snippy and believes that teasing and being poked at, from either or both parties, is good for people. It's not mandatory, though. She'll just be charitable and chalk the hesitation and rather inane statement up to factors currently unknown, trauma probable, and be patient.
"And they can be sharpened if they're dull," she says in a conversational tone, as if that hadn't been a distinct pause. "Time, a whetstone, and some effort can do marvels. But if you want a throwing knife you don't want it to have too many sharp edges. Safer for the thrower, and they'll do the job fine even if they're not all that sharp."
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Something in the way his gaze widens as he listens to her hints at understanding. Confirmed by a few nods, more sure than his past hesitance. While Sunny himself didn’t throw knives, it made sense.
“You… know a lot…” He blinked several times, opening his mouth to say more, but is stopped by his own cough. His throat was dry, drier still despite the fact they didn’t need to drink here, and the rocks had only kicked up more dust than he was used to.
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Hm. Coughing, huh. Had this kid had a lung issue? It might explain a few things. Need puts that possibility on the mental slate. Either way she suspects she's the only one who's been dead for long enough to internalize that body-things like breath and heartbeat are maintained out of habit, not necessity. The one way she's ahead here, she supposes.
"You all right?" It's more a checking-in question than one with real worry to it, and she follows it up with another question. "What do you want to be called, boy?"
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She was asking for his name. Right. “Sunny… um…” He trailed off. A poor introduction. Should he… ask for her name? Was that how this worked? It had been so long since Sunny himself had held a conversation on his own; normally Kel, or one of his friends in Headspace, took the lead. He couldn’t have that sort of relief here.
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Deciding on a low wall, Need takes a seat on it with a sigh and stretches her long legs out before her. There we go, that's a more relaxed affect that lowers her apparent threat profile a few degrees. Some more conversation, almost one sided as it is, will enhance the effect. Get a good impression solidified, hopefully, as a ground for the future.
(She doesn't think she always calculated so much, but something has to take the place of emotionality and intuition.)
"If I know a lot, it's because I'm quite a lot older than I look," she says, and shakes her head. "And if I'm not mistaken I'm the oldest-looking here. Rotten luck. Though I suppose it's always possible there are ancients-who-look-young about." Need clicks her tongue at the concept.
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Sunny sits down on one of the larger rocks nearby, not quite too far from her, but also not close. Proximity was something he was still adverse to for mostly everyone, so it wasn’t anything to do with her. Still… he hoped she wouldn’t take offense.
Need’s own posture and attempts were helping to relax him, except… a cold sweat broke out across his back. He fidgeted a little in place. Sunny was… awful at telling age. If she asked him to guess, he wouldn’t be able to answer for fear of somehow offending her. He also… didn’t know about this ‘ancients-who-looked-young’ thing… did that mean they were young at heart?
Reality was so complicated. Death was too, apparently. So Sunny simply nodded half-heartedly, hoping that would give her permission to continue, or assuage any sort of uncomfortableness he might cause…