If one was just to walk upon the scene, the deputy standing at the very edge of the waterfall, they would probably be very concerned at his intentions. Perhaps there was some merit to this concern, it was getting to be the time of year that made him incredibly sad, the time of year when Agora first got sick. Some might have noticed that his eyes seemed to drift a little bit in conversation, and his voice would occassionally trail as he got lost in his head. It only happened for moments at a time. Then, he was back to being his wide-smiling, goofy laughing self. Still, if one payed close attention to him, perhaps they would realize that something was wrong. After realizing something was wrong, it might be even more concerning that he stood, teetering off the edge.

Those who knew him knew he was not suicidal, though. He lost time to the battle in his mind more often than he'd like to admit, yes, but that did not mean he was ready to abruptly quit this existence. He had survived more than just a little pang of loneliness before. He'd survive it again. 

If he wasn't prepared to leap to his death, though, what was Odysseyfright doing?

He let out a soft hum as he looked off of the edge. This was no longer the first time that he did it, sent himself flying off the waterfall's edge. He had done it before; cliff jumping was a dangerous hobby, but it led to a thrill that he'd never been able to recreate. When he had first explained his desire to jump to Doestar, he had said something about desiring to feel like he was flying. To feel his body suspended in the air. He thought he would have been able to simply cross the activity off of his bucket list and move on. However, the deputy had learned that it didn't work like that. He had learned what it felt like to feel alive, feel adreneline course through his veins, feel what it felt to be afraid for his life, and now he craved it. He craved it like an addict, and only so many cats were willing to jump off high things with him.

So, it may not have been his first time jumping, but it was his first time jumping alone. He had previously employed the buddy system, because that sounded like a smarter thing to do. However, it was the middle of the night-insomnia often crawled at the tom's chest- and he doubted anyone would take very kindly to him asking if they'd like to throw themselves off of the waterfall with him. So, there he was. Preparing to make his first dive into the water. The crickets that hummed and the stars that glittered above him only created even more of an ambiance.

Now, if only he could get up the nerve... He walked to the very edge, before taking a few steps back. Despite his overwhelming courage, the very courage that managed to get him into more trouble than perhaps he was worth, there was a part of him that was too afraid to just jump. Maybe he needed a running start... He was about to prepare for one, when he heard a voice...