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captain baudin. ([personal profile] elegiaque) wrote in [community profile] allthisshitisweird 2024-11-23 08:04 am (UTC)

a.

The woman who kneels down nearby flashes sickly green light through the focus lens on her gauntlet—

“Good,” succinctly, “I didn’t bring this out here to finger myself with.”

The accent is Orlesian — sounds like a High Quarter princess, but the close-fitting red and black leather was picked up from the Crossroads, there’s a blank gold false eye where her right one should be, and the oddly unstrung bow glittering ice magic down her back looks like Avvar make. She sweeps her braid over her shoulder, offering the waterskin in her hand over— water, mostly. The bitter scent that says it isn’t just that is herbal, not poisonous, like it’s been preemptively laced with some unpleasant but soothing alchemical concoction.

“You’ve scouted it already?” is an assumption and a prompt— expectant of some degree of competence, if she’s done as much and come away from it intact enough to warn someone else. “How big?”

Her anchor-shard can close some rifts singlehandedly; others, maybe she should call reinforcements. Specific ones, instead of just generally to keep from eating shit to demons before she can get it sealed.

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