While things are going on, Aris will look closely at the tracks, trying to discern the shoe type, shoe size (by measuring their own cuban heels next to it, of course), weight distribution... anything that might help them learn new information.
*what should i roll?*
It's definitely Sofia's shoes. Flat soles, smart and likely high quality. Feet the same size as theirs
Caiman crumples the letter and shoves it in a pocket in the armor. To anyone within five feet, they can hear his breathing become unsteady, as if he’s silently gasping for breath. Notices
Just to make matters worse, Lucifer designed the armour entirely without pockets. Margarita notices and says, "Lucifer was a fashion designer in Heaven before he fell. Once he became ruler down here he abolished pockets because he knew how much of a pain that was in women's clothing and thought it was the perfect way to add to the torment of a burning abyss."
*Look, this is me doing the important worldbuilding, just don't ask which God he served 😅*
While things are going on, Aris will look closely at the tracks, trying to discern the shoe type, shoe size (by measuring their own cuban heels next to it, of course), weight distribution... anything that might help them learn new information.
*what should i roll?*
It's definitely Sofia's shoes. Flat soles, smart and likely high quality. Feet the same size as theirs
"Guys! It's her tracks! Let's go!" Aris bolts off after the trail of footsteps, with a newfound vigor.
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
While things are going on, Aris will look closely at the tracks, trying to discern the shoe type, shoe size (by measuring their own cuban heels next to it, of course), weight distribution... anything that might help them learn new information.
*what should i roll?*
It's definitely Sofia's shoes. Flat soles, smart and likely high quality. Feet the same size as theirs
"Guys! It's her tracks! Let's go!" Aris bolts off after the trail of footsteps, with a newfound vigor.
Alloy sends a nervous glance first at Margarita, then at the Skellybones camp, then at Caiman, before sprinting after.
Alloy looks at him, but doesn't say anything. They have no people skills ;p
Alloy hears his ragged breath and immediately recognizes it as a panic attack.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Caiman crumples the letter and shoves it in a pocket in the armor. To anyone within five feet, they can hear his breathing become unsteady, as if he’s silently gasping for breath. Notices
Just to make matters worse, Lucifer designed the armour entirely without pockets. Margarita notices and says, "Lucifer was a fashion designer in Heaven before he fell. Once he became ruler down here he abolished pockets because he knew how much of a pain that was in women's clothing and thought it was the perfect way to add to the torment of a burning abyss."
*Look, this is me doing the important worldbuilding, just don't ask which God he served 😅*
*HAHAHD*
Caiman just shoves the paper in his helmet. “I didn’t ask.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Caiman just shoves the paper in his helmet. “I didn’t ask.”
*This is why I'm a terrible worldbuilder 😘*
He also can't take off his helmet, though he could slot in into his eye slit? "Oh. Sorry, I just thought it was an appropriate moment for exposition...."
Alloy looks at him, but doesn't say anything. They have no people skills ;p
Alloy hears his ragged breath and immediately recognizes it as a panic attack.
Alloy bites their finger fearfully. "I know what that's like. The overwhelming fear or pain... What was in the letter? Was it a death threat?"
Caiman doesn’t respond. He opens his hands and clenches them closed again, as if trying to dig his fingernails into his palms. It’s ineffective in the armor.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Caiman just shoves the paper in his helmet. “I didn’t ask.”
*This is why I'm a terrible worldbuilder 😘*
He also can't take off his helmet, though he could slot in into his eye slit? "Oh. Sorry, I just thought it was an appropriate moment for exposition...."
*What are you talking about that’s fantastic*
*Also his orginal armor head is shaped like a crocodile with an opening like uhh this:
The idea is that the helmet’s maw shuts when the armor is activated.*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Alloy looks at him, but doesn't say anything. They have no people skills ;p
Alloy hears his ragged breath and immediately recognizes it as a panic attack.
Alloy bites their finger fearfully. "I know what that's like. The overwhelming fear or pain... What was in the letter? Was it a death threat?"
Caiman doesn’t respond. He opens his hands and clenches them closed again, as if trying to dig his fingernails into his palms. It’s ineffective in the armor.
"Caiman. You can talk to me. I'm not good for much, but I can help here."
"Caiman. You can talk to me. I'm not good for much, but I can help here."
“I.. can’t breathe..”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Caiman. You can talk to me. I'm not good for much, but I can help here."
“I.. can’t breathe..”
Alloy will stop. "You guys, we need to rest. Caiman's.. not doing so well."
They touch the red soil of the ground with their hand and kick up some dust. It starts swirling in the air like a vortex, before expanding into a dome surrounding themselves and Caiman. "Put your hand on your chest and breathe into your stomach."
*Also his orginal armor head is shaped like a crocodile with an opening like uhh this:
The idea is that the helmet’s maw shuts when the armor is activated.*
*How it looks is largely up to you but if you did this the maw would always be shut*
*Alright.*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Alloy will stop. "You guys, we need to rest. Caiman's.. not doing so well."
They touch the red soil of the ground with their hand and kick up some dust. It starts swirling in the air like a vortex, before expanding into a dome surrounding themselves and Caiman. "Put your hand on your chest and breathe into your stomach."
Caiman weakly places his hands on his chest. His breathing hasn’t slowed, but he starts drawing in shaky breaths.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Alloy will stop. "You guys, we need to rest. Caiman's.. not doing so well."
They touch the red soil of the ground with their hand and kick up some dust. It starts swirling in the air like a vortex, before expanding into a dome surrounding themselves and Caiman. "Put your hand on your chest and breathe into your stomach."
Caiman weakly places his hands on his chest. His breathing hasn’t slowed, but he starts drawing in shaky breaths.
"Now, count to three while breathing in. Hold for three. Out for three. Hold for three. And repeat. " Alloy draws a square in the dirt, with the word "Hold" on two sides, "Out" on one, and "In" on the final one. "It's called box breathing."
Eventually the tracks come to an end, in a mess of disturbed dust. With nothing more to follow, you stop, confused. Can I have passive perceptions and/or survival checks pls?
It's definitely Sofia's shoes. Flat soles, smart and likely high quality. Feet the same size as theirs
Chilling kinda vibe.
Just to make matters worse, Lucifer designed the armour entirely without pockets. Margarita notices and says, "Lucifer was a fashion designer in Heaven before he fell. Once he became ruler down here he abolished pockets because he knew how much of a pain that was in women's clothing and thought it was the perfect way to add to the torment of a burning abyss."
*Look, this is me doing the important worldbuilding, just don't ask which God he served 😅*
Chilling kinda vibe.
"Guys! It's her tracks! Let's go!" Aris bolts off after the trail of footsteps, with a newfound vigor.
Alloy sends a nervous glance first at Margarita, then at the Skellybones camp, then at Caiman, before sprinting after.
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Alloy hears his ragged breath and immediately recognizes it as a panic attack.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*So basically I figure y'all will do your rp stuff, etc and when that reaches its natural end we'll timeskip to the next important bit
That doesn't mean rush the rp or whatever, there's no hurry*
Chilling kinda vibe.
*HAHAHD*
Caiman just shoves the paper in his helmet. “I didn’t ask.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Alloy bites their finger fearfully. "I know what that's like. The overwhelming fear or pain... What was in the letter? Was it a death threat?"
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
*This is why I'm a terrible worldbuilder 😘*
He also can't take off his helmet, though he could slot in into his eye slit? "Oh. Sorry, I just thought it was an appropriate moment for exposition...."
Chilling kinda vibe.
Caiman doesn’t respond. He opens his hands and clenches them closed again, as if trying to dig his fingernails into his palms. It’s ineffective in the armor.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*What are you talking about that’s fantastic*
*Also his orginal armor head is shaped like a crocodile with an opening like uhh this:
The idea is that the helmet’s maw shuts when the armor is activated.*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Caiman. You can talk to me. I'm not good for much, but I can help here."
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
*How it looks is largely up to you but if you did this the maw would always be shut*
Chilling kinda vibe.
“I.. can’t breathe..”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Alloy will stop. "You guys, we need to rest. Caiman's.. not doing so well."
They touch the red soil of the ground with their hand and kick up some dust. It starts swirling in the air like a vortex, before expanding into a dome surrounding themselves and Caiman. "Put your hand on your chest and breathe into your stomach."
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
*Alright.*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Caiman weakly places his hands on his chest. His breathing hasn’t slowed, but he starts drawing in shaky breaths.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Now, count to three while breathing in. Hold for three. Out for three. Hold for three. And repeat. " Alloy draws a square in the dirt, with the word "Hold" on two sides, "Out" on one, and "In" on the final one. "It's called box breathing."
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
Eventually the tracks come to an end, in a mess of disturbed dust. With nothing more to follow, you stop, confused. Can I have passive perceptions and/or survival checks pls?
Chilling kinda vibe.
Survival: 20
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!