( rita returns. rita rallies them. rita heckin' runs towards the bridge door and clarke pivots sharply from the railing to follow in her wake. the anxiety that the door still won't budge remains a tight bunch in the back of her throat, up until the point it's fully flung open to reveal the pitch black interior. but even a sudden rush of anticipation isn't enough to get her to step over the threshold without pausing first.
staring into the dark, straining her ears to filter out any sounds behind them and the thrum of her own heartbeat just to try and sense anything in the shadows. there's the distinct urge to pause here longer, to try to come up with some sort of game plan. but what's the point when the two heavy hitters of their trio are without any spell slots and all of them are forsaken of weapons?
if either jade or rita are inclined to push ahead, they can go first. but otherwise or in her own time, clarke's taking a deep inhale through her mouth like she's prepared to plunge into murky waters. and steps inside. slides around the doorframe and tries to keep her back to any immediate wall just in case, but she goes. )
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staring into the dark, straining her ears to filter out any sounds behind them and the thrum of her own heartbeat just to try and sense anything in the shadows. there's the distinct urge to pause here longer, to try to come up with some sort of game plan. but what's the point when the two heavy hitters of their trio are without any spell slots and all of them are forsaken of weapons?
if either jade or rita are inclined to push ahead, they can go first. but otherwise or in her own time, clarke's taking a deep inhale through her mouth like she's prepared to plunge into murky waters. and steps inside. slides around the doorframe and tries to keep her back to any immediate wall just in case, but she goes. )