NEPHELE
Nephele is so distracted by Wessex's attempt, and the hilarity that ensues, that she is not expecting the rock that strikes against her from the ground. Hissing, she flies a little higher, free hand moving to touch the wounded spot with a glare that's directed in the general direction of her assailant. Whatever, not her problem; he's still stuck down there for now.
But it's clear now that there's some sort of field or rebound if nothing else. Nephele keeps her stick in hand, reluctant to draw her chakrams when they are so tied to her identity. But she does try to land on the far beam of the tower's platform - not all the way to the center, but enough to plant her feet and jab forward with the stick; what all does it repel? Then she shrugs and - hoping for the best - tries to stick her hand out as well to see if it will toss her backwards as well, ready to fly if need be.
Nephele tries to land on the outer ledge of the platform (if there's a guard rail or anything) and jabs her stick forward, then says fuck it and tries to extend her arm to see what all is repelled and at what strength.
But it's clear now that there's some sort of field or rebound if nothing else. Nephele keeps her stick in hand, reluctant to draw her chakrams when they are so tied to her identity. But she does try to land on the far beam of the tower's platform - not all the way to the center, but enough to plant her feet and jab forward with the stick; what all does it repel? Then she shrugs and - hoping for the best - tries to stick her hand out as well to see if it will toss her backwards as well, ready to fly if need be.
Nephele tries to land on the outer ledge of the platform (if there's a guard rail or anything) and jabs her stick forward, then says fuck it and tries to extend her arm to see what all is repelled and at what strength.
and I stood there waiting
even as the first drop fell
wondering why the water burned
