Void Rift (rp) - Intermission

The platforms seem a little wobbly at the sides, and there's only a couple options of where to jump.

 

Crystal catches it and looks it over.

 

H0y passes by, admiring all the dnd nerds from his discord chat here

 

There's like 2.
Which, to be fair, is half of the people in this.

 

I’ve never been a part of a dnd campaign. Someday I might, especially because I’m getting a dnd club’s help retconning some things for VR.

It chips as he catches it; it’s thoroughly blackened and seems to have lost all magic-channeling capabilities.

Ihra checks to see if there are any false paths, or any visibly damaged platforms.

 

“Can I have it?”

 

"It's not gonna do you much good, but go ahead. I was just gonna pitch it off the path." Linoa shrugs.

 

"Okay!"
Crystal stores it in his body, then checks to see if he can fit on the bench.

 

It doesn't merge well.

He can, albeit he'd fit better on the bench adjacent to the one Linoa's working on.

 

Crystal thins and stretches himself out to sit on Linoa's bench anyways.

 

"I'm still looking for those charms. So if you know anyone.?"

 

Some of the platforms look a little older and more worn than others, though it seems impossible to check if they're false.

 

"So, what've you been up to?"

Ihra grasps the necklace she was gifted again, taking a deep breath before stretching and trying to plot a path across that has a mix of worn and newer platforms.

 

“I’ve been training a lot. Workin’ with physical stuff. Haven’t been flying in a while, though.”

 

"Not around here, but one of the visitors from another planet seemed to have a lot of knowledge about them. They hung out in the swamp, though..."

"With out without weapons?"

 

"Hmm.."

"I'd rather stay clean if I can."

 

“Little bit of both.”

 

"Fair. I mean, they're some sort of snake person, so I guess that makes sense... but I hate swamps."

"I take it you tried to ask Emerald where I was first?" She asks, taking her staff off the ground and looking around at the components one last time.

 

"Like the one that made our wedding clothes?"

 

As Ihra plots the path, a few rocks tumble down on a few random platforms. It's not enough to damage them, but Ihra wouldn't want to be on one if that happens.