[center][color=922724][h1]Kirk Poirier - NOLA rift[/h1][/color]
[@KoL][@TheWindel][@Vesuvius00][@PKMNB0Y][/center]

[color=922724]"Yeah, you usually want some good boots at least thigh high before you go walkin' around the bayou."[/color] the wrestler agreed, drawing up alongside the pair as he himself took in the murky depths before them. Much could be said as to Kirk having a more educated eye than the rest, being intensely familiar with the terrain, but you had to remember— this was a rift. These new worlds may have sometimes mirrored the landscapes and vistas of their home dimension, but there was no telling as to whether or not they were a one-to-one match.

[color=922724]"[i]Sunumma[/i]..."[/color] he mumbled beneath his breath as his gaze, following Daichi's, traveled up, up, and up some more as he tried to see the top of a tree that dwarfed even the oaks on campus. Silently, he echoed the international's sentiment— even with a full belay system that one would be challenging, and considering they didn't even think to bring waders...

[color=922724]"Anyone got a good sized stick around?"[/color] He asked, changing gears. [color=922724]"We can use that to poke around in the waters, see how deep anyplace might go before we step in it."[/color]