Who: Deirdre and Open What: Arrival Where: Outside Starbucks When: evening Warnings: "major" injuries/mentions of death Status: open, in progress
One minute she was falling in the Abyss with her brother, grappling with Brand until the end. Which she didn't know how long that would be and would they even die? She wasn't looking forward to funding out. Not really. The Abyss was... Endless as far as anyone knew, on the edges of Chaos, a place to throw dead bodies.
No one would find them except the Abyss divers who would rappel down to scavenge goods. It was not a fate she looked forward to. Relatively immortal was, she felt, going to be the worst thing ever.
She cursed in Thari, the words lyrical as she cursed him in a dozen ways. Then the air was knocked out of her as she made a hard landing. To those in town, a woman landed hard enough to crack the sidewalk. Just because she'd been moved from one place to here didn't mean she'd lost the momentum of falling for hours.
The first thing she noted was that it wasn't soul sucking black out. Then the fact brand was not in her fingers, the weasel of a man must have found a way out. Then she started taking stock of what hurt.
By her guess she'd broken a vertebrae or six on landing, though not bad enough she couldn't move. The back of her head was a goose egg from hitting the sidewalk. Everything ached from the sudden stop. It took her a few minutes to sit up, much to the surprised shrieks of the onlookers, she assured them she would be fine.
Deirdre had no idea where she was but it wasn't Chaos or Amber. "Hello, yes, where am I?"