12-11-2013, 06:22 PM
"I'm totally down for spreading the word and seeing what our allies know. In fact I think maybe a GALLIARD," Erich casts a pointed eye Tamsin-wise, "ought to do just that. I mean worst that can happen is no one knows anything, right? But maybe people will even want to come by and see for themselves. And help out.
"As for sending spirits in, or our ancestors -- that's a good idea, but man, I can't in good conscience tell someone or something else to go risk their existence because I don't want to. So um." Erich swallows. His hands grip the Bone very tight for a moment, and then he gets it out: "If we really need to go through the pit, and we really need a test dummy to do it, then I volunteer.
"But I'd rather not. And I'd rather not send anyone else either. Not yet. Dude, can't we try dropping a webcam through first? Or something like that? Something ... inanimate?" He looks at Milton. "You got anything in mind? And I don't mean a talen or an awakened something. 'Cause that's like. Defeating the purpose. I mean something not-self-aware.
"Also: I wouldn't mind setting up boobytraps and stuff around the Pit. I don't wanna use Cold Crescent as a trap, period, 'cause yeah. That's like ... it's not home for me? But it's like my best friend's house. I don't wanna use it as bait. But I'm all for setting up some barbwire. I mean, metaphorically. Maybe that oughta tie into whatever spiritual defenses we can rock. Hey Pheebs-rhya," whup, it seems he can no longer resist the urge to use the nickname, "what do you think you and your Theurges can cook up? Like spirit defenses slash boobytraps-wise?"
"As for sending spirits in, or our ancestors -- that's a good idea, but man, I can't in good conscience tell someone or something else to go risk their existence because I don't want to. So um." Erich swallows. His hands grip the Bone very tight for a moment, and then he gets it out: "If we really need to go through the pit, and we really need a test dummy to do it, then I volunteer.
"But I'd rather not. And I'd rather not send anyone else either. Not yet. Dude, can't we try dropping a webcam through first? Or something like that? Something ... inanimate?" He looks at Milton. "You got anything in mind? And I don't mean a talen or an awakened something. 'Cause that's like. Defeating the purpose. I mean something not-self-aware.
"Also: I wouldn't mind setting up boobytraps and stuff around the Pit. I don't wanna use Cold Crescent as a trap, period, 'cause yeah. That's like ... it's not home for me? But it's like my best friend's house. I don't wanna use it as bait. But I'm all for setting up some barbwire. I mean, metaphorically. Maybe that oughta tie into whatever spiritual defenses we can rock. Hey Pheebs-rhya," whup, it seems he can no longer resist the urge to use the nickname, "what do you think you and your Theurges can cook up? Like spirit defenses slash boobytraps-wise?"
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