Ensign Jaran Jira - All Limbs Accounted For
Jira Jaran
((Shrine of the Blessed Exchequer, Shore of Kentar Sea, Ferenginar))
Munro: Are you okay?
Jira did a quick self-assessment. No broken bones. Some pain. Some blood on the palm of their hand where they reached out to catch themself. Adrenaline levels were higher.
Jaran: Everything seems ::beat:: well, nothing seems too much worse.
Munro: We can beam back to the ship? Are you in pain?
oO Oh no. I'm not giving up. You're not beating me to the top. Oo
But really did feel fine. This was some bumps and bruises and a bloody palm. Sickbay would never let them hear the end of it if they beamed back up for that.
Jaran: My pride, commander. My pride is in pain. As well as parts of my body, but nothing too bad.
Ava moved closer as Jira pushed themself to their feet, brushing away the bigger, muddier bits from their uniform. They winced a little when straightening, unfortunately, but it wasn't the worst.
Munro: Nothing looks like it's bleeding :: looks a bit closer :: How's your hip, it looked like it took the brunt of the fall?
Jira hoped the wince hadn't given too much cause for alarm. A little pain after a tumble shouldn't be all that surprising.
Jaran: Oh, I'll be stopping by sickbay when we get back for an analgesic, for sure. But if you think I'm not making it to the top, then you're mistaken.
Jira gave a short laugh and a small smile at that and started back up the steps. A little slower. A little more carefully. But they were also physically incapable of walking in silence.
Jaran: What are you expecting to find at the top? Did the brochures say anything?
Munro: Response
Jira wasn't entirely certain what they'd find themself. A statue, worn by centuries of hands. A slab where once such a holy icon rested but had long since been removed. A plaque of commemoration. A gift shop. Any seemed reasonable.
Jaran: Well, whatever we find I'm sure will be illuminating. And will probably cost us some latinum in the process.
Munro: Response
They continued to ascend, and as they got closer to the top, a sort of buzzing or other low noise started to become noticeable. Was that... voices?
Jaran: Do you hear that? That sound from the top?
Munro: Response