Deimos
They attended to their tasks; steady and certain, with less issues in the wake of the office. While Deimos persisted in placing wooden boards and beams over the hole, eventually to cover it with more formidable traces, he tilted his head at Iskra’s inquiry. He had his theories, and they persisted in the echoes of rumbles and grime. “Time, and the war, most likely. There were dragons and banshees here.” From what he’d been told by the Valkyrie and Evergreen alike; each with their own terrifying and ridiculous twists.
Iskra worked along his own techniques, and with Goose occupied, would find the newfound holes compliant without any difficulty. Hotaru too would be able to snag at soggy, wet paper, and in her diligent search, she’d discover some visitation log from some years ago (a distinct ‘-an with Ne’ before it faded into obscurity and running ink, and then a mishmash of doodles of ningos, and maybe cannibals on another).
The pools of water, rampaging under the hole Deimos was currently repairing, however, didn’t quite make it, and the Sword arched his brow at those efforts. With a sweep of his hand, the elements contorted away, and they were left with piles of stuff and things. “Well, we can go through these,” gesturing towards the variety of papers (soon to be either shredded or burnt, unless someone else found them useful), chairs, desks, and office supplies. “If they are not worth salvaging, we can move them out front.” To be collected and diminished.
--
Holes have been patched, papers have been picked up, and puddles rendered gone. Pick a new task!
- Clean out the desk
- Decide what to do with the papers
- Inspect the furniture
Deimos will take whatever’s last! No post order!
Iskra worked along his own techniques, and with Goose occupied, would find the newfound holes compliant without any difficulty. Hotaru too would be able to snag at soggy, wet paper, and in her diligent search, she’d discover some visitation log from some years ago (a distinct ‘-an with Ne’ before it faded into obscurity and running ink, and then a mishmash of doodles of ningos, and maybe cannibals on another).
The pools of water, rampaging under the hole Deimos was currently repairing, however, didn’t quite make it, and the Sword arched his brow at those efforts. With a sweep of his hand, the elements contorted away, and they were left with piles of stuff and things. “Well, we can go through these,” gesturing towards the variety of papers (soon to be either shredded or burnt, unless someone else found them useful), chairs, desks, and office supplies. “If they are not worth salvaging, we can move them out front.” To be collected and diminished.
--
Holes have been patched, papers have been picked up, and puddles rendered gone. Pick a new task!
- Clean out the desk
- Decide what to do with the papers
- Inspect the furniture
Deimos will take whatever’s last! No post order!
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
