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"I'll go first," Billy offers, still helpful-minded. "I've got claws now, should be better at climbing now, right?" He tests his footing as he makes his way for the scree slope, but doesn't actually go without getting the okay from one of the more adult personages hanging about. He does take his psicrystal from his pocket and roll it down the hill, calling, "What can you see?" Aside from a few plinky noises of crystal rolling over rock, no answer is called back, so it must be telepathic communication from there on. Billy just nods, forgetting his companions can't hear his crystal--or maybe he just can't tell the difference between it's raucous raven-impersonations and its mental voice. Who knows.
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"Wait, before we go down perhaps we should lower a rope? I think I can get down safely enough, but I am going to need your help to get back up again."
Giving a hauty look to her compatriot "That is soo racist, so all ponies are good at climbing huh? Then I guess all Bugbears have fleas and like to steal honey?" "So does anyone have a rope or something? It should help you guys get up again afterward, if noone is cheeky enough to cut or steal it while we are in there."
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"No to the first but yes to the second, except in tragic cases of brain damage. I'm not judging you, or anything, I'm just seeing hooves. Anyway, pony isn't even a race, it's a silly curse thing. My race is halfling, which is pretty funny when you think about it. Hmmm.... Now that I think of it, that's probably why I want steal honey. I guess it's not a bear thing after all?"
As she rambles she rummages through her stuff. Eventually she produces a ball of string. "Aha. Hah. Hurm. No. Sorry, fresh outa rope. I have a chain, I guess, but that's only a couple of people tall."
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"I think I can climb down without a rope if we need to... though that wouldn't help you guys get down. Never mind."
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"Climbing down isn't the problem, it is getting up again afterward that will be complicated if we don't lower a rope." She says in hands-on-the-hips tone, but without the hands or arms. "Hmm... Well, if we have no rope we will just have to see what we can think of when it comes up. Maybe there is another way out of here?"
Watching one of their team clamber down with ease, she calls after "What is it like down there! Anything?"
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Shash: The ravine is rather dusty, but devoid of life. The occasional pickaxe and wheelbarrow are here, from the excavation crew. They've since been evacuated, of course, due to monsters, but them's the breaks. It continues on for a very long way along the wall of the city, before taking a sharp right. There are a few places you can see where it would be easy to clamber back up from, with stone slabs jutting out of the rubble and such. Well, easy for you, you're not sure about Saline or Billy. Still, it's a start.
You have the distinct feeling you are being watched, though not with any manner of skill.
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Peering down without seeing much, Billy leans further and further out in hope... and only manages to break the ledge he's standing on and tumble down, nose over tail, to land at Shash's feet. "Uh, hi." Yes, brilliance be the boy with the orange scales.
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"Hi. You alright?"
Shash looks about, pretty sure that something will jump out at them now that they're down here.
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"Don't I feel stupid," mutters Billy to the crystal that floated down after him. Some telepathic comment makes him swat at the glowing ball. "No one asked for your opinion!"
Billy stands up, rubbing all the places that hit rock or unwelcoming earth. "Think so, just smarts a bit."
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"Okay, coming down!" cries the Pony. She leaps, but instead of falling like a stupid pony who jumped into a big hole, she slowly drops, bobbing back and forth lightly as her legs wiggle helplessly. Eventually she reaches the bottom, stretching her legs and trying to look like what she did wasn't that awesome at all...
Inside? 'Gosh am I glad that worked..!'
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Saline: Magic triumphs again! Take that, gravity.
Tasha: You are dimly aware of a bird moving towards you in the distance. Well, looks a bit bigger than just a bird, now that you think about it. Though it's very slow, and not diving at you very quickly. You could, just... step out of the way. Whatever evil creature this is, it didn't think its plan of attack through very well.
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"Oh. Um... Guys, there's a bird. Guys? Get ready to catch the bear lady please."
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"Bird? What bird?" Billy looks up, hearing Tasha but not really comprehending the part where she's about to jump on his head. He looks in all directions, but doesn't see a whole lot from his position in the hole.
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