Dissonance
Oct 14, 2020 10:12:13 GMT -5
Post by Tzimekh on Oct 14, 2020 10:12:13 GMT -5
Tzimekh’s throat ached; something about watching swords swing at the beast’s neck, unprotected even by armor or scales, hurt. She didn’t, of course, have any memory of golden dragons being the pinnacle of goodness and righteousness. She didn’t have any understanding that these weren’t the same dragons at all. All the dworc had was a ferocious sort of empathy for the beast, whose home was being invaded by sword-wielding lunatics intent on killing her. Something about that was familiar, unpleasant and rough in her chest as she fought for a handhold on the boulder. It took a few seconds of flailing an arm uselessly, but eventually the woman found one, hauling herself up another few feet.
It was slow work, but it was what she had. She had to do something. Anything. Why? That part wasn’t actually clear, but something drove her onwards, and Tzi was apparently not the sort to ignore her gut. The half-orc glanced over her shoulder at Omorose when the woman’s shout reached her – she was almost certain she was the subject of the shout, at least. “What would you have me do? Nothing?” Tzi asked, strained, expression screwing up into one of sorrow, if only to hide the very real fear. “I’ll be fine! It’ll hold.” She didn’t at all know that, but the rocks from above seemed to be moving through molasses, and if that was possible? Well, who knows.
“He’s managing.” The dworc added, softer, unaware that Junho was helping her but entirely willing to take the help offered as the man began scaling the rocks too. Climbing the unstable rocks felt fine, felt right, but she wasn’t so proud as to turn down help. Or wouldn’t be, if she knew that it was happening. Either way, the solidarity of clambering up a crumbling wall of rock to try and reach a quickly-escalating situation up top was...kind of nice. At least she wasn’t going to get lit on fire alone, anyways. That totally counted for something.
Sure, a sharp fist-sized boulder bounced cheerily off of her clavicle and went careening off towards the crowd below, but look. It was fine. YOU ARE BEING DECEIVED said the giant letters on the mountain, and you know what? Tzimekh didn’t have the slightest good damn clue what that meant, and just now, she didn’t care. She had business to attend to up top.
...what business was that? She wasn’t actually sure. Still. She hadn’t figured it out yet. But in fairness, climbing up rocks took up a lot of your attention span, even if you did have reasonably good hand-and-footholds. Something was sure to come to her before then, though.
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It was slow work, but it was what she had. She had to do something. Anything. Why? That part wasn’t actually clear, but something drove her onwards, and Tzi was apparently not the sort to ignore her gut. The half-orc glanced over her shoulder at Omorose when the woman’s shout reached her – she was almost certain she was the subject of the shout, at least. “What would you have me do? Nothing?” Tzi asked, strained, expression screwing up into one of sorrow, if only to hide the very real fear. “I’ll be fine! It’ll hold.” She didn’t at all know that, but the rocks from above seemed to be moving through molasses, and if that was possible? Well, who knows.
“He’s managing.” The dworc added, softer, unaware that Junho was helping her but entirely willing to take the help offered as the man began scaling the rocks too. Climbing the unstable rocks felt fine, felt right, but she wasn’t so proud as to turn down help. Or wouldn’t be, if she knew that it was happening. Either way, the solidarity of clambering up a crumbling wall of rock to try and reach a quickly-escalating situation up top was...kind of nice. At least she wasn’t going to get lit on fire alone, anyways. That totally counted for something.
Sure, a sharp fist-sized boulder bounced cheerily off of her clavicle and went careening off towards the crowd below, but look. It was fine. YOU ARE BEING DECEIVED said the giant letters on the mountain, and you know what? Tzimekh didn’t have the slightest good damn clue what that meant, and just now, she didn’t care. She had business to attend to up top.
...what business was that? She wasn’t actually sure. Still. She hadn’t figured it out yet. But in fairness, climbing up rocks took up a lot of your attention span, even if you did have reasonably good hand-and-footholds. Something was sure to come to her before then, though.
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