Technically speaking, I should go second -- it's the better position to make sure no one gets hurt from, and, as we've already established, he's never done this before -- but I'm itching enough to get moving that I'm not thinking all that straight. There are plenty of flaws in the plan. With a sigh, I jump away from the cliff, landing with my knees slightly bent, reaching back into my back to fish out the 'anchors' I made, for lack of a better word. They're nothing close to standard -- you definitely wouldn't be able to find them in a store, that's for sure -- but they should be easy enough to insert and remove as we go, each one of them loaded with a clip to pass the rope through when they're needed.

"You're right. Where are my manners?" I reply with feigned concerned, a bright smile stretching across my face as I toss him the rest of the makeshift equipment. "Stick 'em in, I'll retrieve as we go -- and we'll ignore how dirty that sounds, please and thank you." Gesturing for him to go ahead, I continue, "Also, not a fang hag. I mean, I do know a couple of vampires, sorta, but I try not to think about them too much, because they sort of occupy a weird place in my whole worldview, yanno? Not quite magic, not quite science... It's-- It's a grey area. Or a red area, what with the whole... Blood... Thing."