Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20170713054904/@comment-31336039-20170715222013

"Ahhhhhhhh" John again in free fall, could not hold back a scream of panic.Terrified at finishing so dramatically, he sought desperately to cling to something.

In spite of his terror John, a former geek of strategy games and military equipment, remembered some tricks of parachutists to slow down the fall and to receive himself.

(These events take only a few seconds, but adrenaline slows down time)

"Damn!" He spread his limbs to increase his resistance to the air and tried to lean to get closer to the walls that he ended up striking violently.

"Arghhhhh!!!!" He yelled in pain between his clench teeth as he began to slide down the wall. Seeing water a few meters away, John pressed his chin against his chest, protecting his head with his arms, elbows on his stomach and placed his legs tightly bent to receive himself.(Reception: roll: 31 = failure)

However, John could not choose his angle of diving in the water and felt the shock wave cross his body. The force of the impact made him lose consciousness.

When he awoke, he floated on his back in a muddy pond. Recognizing that he was not crushed or drowning, he quickly disenchanted when he tried to move. His injured ankle snatched from him a yelp of pain. Dragging himself painfully out of the water with the strength of his arms, he lay down on a rock to recover forces for a few minutes before realizing, despite the dim light, that he was surrounded by precious stones.

"Glass with my usual luck." He snarled, looking for a splinter or crutches.

(7/100 = critical failure) But wounded and still traumatized, he saw nothing that could help him.

Examining his numerous bruises, cuts and his left ankle which had doubled in volume compared to the morning. He noticed that his military pants had stood up well, even if the fiber seemed tired. His jacket missing leave his white shirt in sight. Shirt that was good for the trash can, but he keep it for a possible makeshift splint.

Discouraged and terrified by his own vulnerability, he tried to calm himself by checking the contents of his bag. Half the food had taken water. "..." In his pocket, his penknife was still present and his replica had survived the fall in its cases by a miracle.

"All is not lost." He murmured, closing his eyes.

(Otherwise, I do not know if John fell with his jacket or if Ragna kept it.)