They'd talked about this, a casual hypothetical to fill the air while they traveled. It was important, Beau figured, to acquaint oneself with the abilities of those nearby. Or at least that's how she'd pitch it, if interrogated about why she was leaking the guarded secrets of the cobalt soul over a plate of salted bacon. But really 'if an enemy was mid thunder-step but you reacted with sentinel would they stop or would you go with them' is cool fucking conversation fodder that doesn't need rationalizing.
They'd just figured the semantics of giving a spiritual weapon flavor when Caleb, having fun in his own calculated way, quite seriously poses: 'You're are surrounded by enemies much slower than you, but you are still surrounded. If I could cast a spell in the area, that you could likely avoid, would you want me to?"
"Caleb," Beau calls, after an exasperated beat. She extracts the calm from the lingering chamomile sent of Caduceus' lukewarm tea and puts it into her words. "Could you maybe not phrase these like you're planning something." "They're not plans, they're precautions," he reacts, defensive and confused, head dipping at the accusation. "This one in particular I've discussed with Nott, as she is also very fast." "I said yes," Nott offers, watching Beau smugly out of the corner of her eye, somehow still tracking the conversation despite collaborating with Jester on an ever-growing list of Lolipop designs. Beau wished they were still talking about that.
"You know what, yeah. Bring it on me," Beau trails, letting herself get comfortable in the grass, hip to hip with a reclined Jester, elbow playfully knocking Caleb in he foot. She feels safe enough to pit these gambles when surrounded by companions. "Bring the whole house down."
Its the conversation Beau recalls as a bandit's hammer hits her in the chin hard enough to dizzy her away from the present - a present in which she is both surrounded and separated from her group. The blows slow as their enemies realize they'd gained the upper hand on the monk - no rush in the face of victory. It lessens the need for focus just enough that Beau manages to spot Caleb in the dark of the crowded tunnel.
He spots her back, surveying the situation and Beau can almost hear the click in his memory as he hastily shakes his head. Beau nods, and does as much with her face as she can to express she cant take enough hits to wait for Caleb to explain why it isn't a good idea from 50 feet away through body language alone.
Another weapon swings by and Beau dodges, managing a punch to the ribs as payback. Its as much as she has time to move before the whistle of heat rushing through air catches her ear. In an instant she's using her Bo to vault, but its not fast enough to miss the lick of flames boiling the sweat on her back. Beau slams a cavern wall in her effort to avoid the spell, hugging it tight. As the screams of pain evaporate into nothing behind her she can't help but consider how cool that shit was. She is, however, humbled by several quick sensations:
The sight of Caleb, at a distance and still in danger, collapsing under the weight of his trauma. The sound Jester screaming a warning, that Beau can just barely tell is meant for her over the ringing in her ears. The smell from The Balleater. Dangerous and gunpowdery, like Nott after a long days work, or a misfired pistol. The taste of too much blood in her mouth because she had bitten her tongue god damn it.
Lastly, the unwelcome rumble of the cave wall next to her body. Because of course, cave-diving bandits would have dynamite. And of course, it would miss Beau in the first explosion just so she could experience the horror that came when a whole mountain fell on your head. Rocks fall down - It's hit after hit and she's just cant move fast enough. The path to her group was a wall of falling stone. It's with bitter desparation that Beau makes for a lip off the Cavern wall and covers as much of her body as she can. Reverberation from the cave in almost shakes the teeth out of her mouth. She fights with the deafening sound of stone on stone to form a cohesive thought - - but cant manage anything but panic and the cycling hope to any god that she wouldn't die like this.
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Date: 2019-03-14 06:44 am (UTC)They'd just figured the semantics of giving a spiritual weapon flavor when Caleb, having fun in his own calculated way, quite seriously poses:
'You're are surrounded by enemies much slower than you, but you are still surrounded. If I could cast a spell in the area, that you could likely avoid, would you want me to?"
"Caleb," Beau calls, after an exasperated beat. She extracts the calm from the lingering chamomile sent of Caduceus' lukewarm tea and puts it into her words. "Could you maybe not phrase these like you're planning something."
"They're not plans, they're precautions," he reacts, defensive and confused, head dipping at the accusation. "This one in particular I've discussed with Nott, as she is also very fast."
"I said yes," Nott offers, watching Beau smugly out of the corner of her eye, somehow still tracking the conversation despite collaborating with Jester on an ever-growing list of Lolipop designs. Beau wished they were still talking about that.
"You know what, yeah. Bring it on me," Beau trails, letting herself get comfortable in the grass, hip to hip with a reclined Jester, elbow playfully knocking Caleb in he foot. She feels safe enough to pit these gambles when surrounded by companions. "Bring the whole house down."
Its the conversation Beau recalls as a bandit's hammer hits her in the chin hard enough to dizzy her away from the present - a present in which she is both surrounded and separated from her group. The blows slow as their enemies realize they'd gained the upper hand on the monk - no rush in the face of victory. It lessens the need for focus just enough that Beau manages to spot Caleb in the dark of the crowded tunnel.
He spots her back, surveying the situation and Beau can almost hear the click in his memory as he hastily shakes his head. Beau nods, and does as much with her face as she can to express she cant take enough hits to wait for Caleb to explain why it isn't a good idea from 50 feet away through body language alone.
Another weapon swings by and Beau dodges, managing a punch to the ribs as payback. Its as much as she has time to move before the whistle of heat rushing through air catches her ear. In an instant she's using her Bo to vault, but its not fast enough to miss the lick of flames boiling the sweat on her back.
Beau slams a cavern wall in her effort to avoid the spell, hugging it tight. As the screams of pain evaporate into nothing behind her she can't help but consider how cool that shit was. She is, however, humbled by several quick sensations:
The sight of Caleb, at a distance and still in danger, collapsing under the weight of his trauma.
The sound Jester screaming a warning, that Beau can just barely tell is meant for her over the ringing in her ears.
The smell from The Balleater. Dangerous and gunpowdery, like Nott after a long days work, or a misfired pistol.
The taste of too much blood in her mouth because she had bitten her tongue god damn it.
Lastly, the unwelcome rumble of the cave wall next to her body. Because of course, cave-diving bandits would have dynamite. And of course, it would miss Beau in the first explosion just so she could experience the horror that came when a whole mountain fell on your head.
Rocks fall down - It's hit after hit and she's just cant move fast enough. The path to her group was a wall of falling stone. It's with bitter desparation that Beau makes for a lip off the Cavern wall and covers as much of her body as she can. Reverberation from the cave in almost shakes the teeth out of her mouth. She fights with the deafening sound of stone on stone to form a cohesive thought -
- but cant manage anything but panic and the cycling hope to any god that she wouldn't die like this.