Deimos
Deimos regretted the simplicity of the truth moments after uttering it, glancing Ru’s way as she stiffened, and then he began sorting through the papers, drying them as best he could with the Air incantations holstered beneath his skin. “Not here – I had to fight at the Draig,” and that was some other inherent shame, for not being there to take care of the world he served. A peculiar mixture, given how many had been saved due to their actions against onslaughts of dragons and ghostly demigods alike, but it always hastened a little taut through his spine, and since the Valkyrie drew to silence, so did he. Save for the grunt of recognition at Iskra’s insistence; the Sword hadn’t forgotten.
Iskra would be fully capable of maneuvering furniture, though it wouldn’t come without a cost. Some weakened portions of an old desk completely fell apart, the wooden legs bending and breaking underneath additional pressure, wear and tear, and probably would only serve further use in a burn pile. Others were fine though, and could be rearranged easily to be suitable for some incoming jail ward.
Hotaru, thorough and meticulous in her own wit and measures, would be able to clean and shine and buff to perfection – and when putting things away, find an assortment of keys. Likely to anything within the vicinity – the cells, the storage, and whatever other nooks and crannies presided.
Arching a brow, and taking one more look as he tossed some other documents of artistic relish into things destined to be ash, his rumble began again. “This looks good. Well done.” Rolling his shoulders, he studied the furniture remaining. “We can rearrange these, and then head to the storage room.”
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Some of Iskra’s furniture broke and had to be moved to a burn pile. Ru has found some keys!
Time to rearrange some furniture! No post order!
Iskra would be fully capable of maneuvering furniture, though it wouldn’t come without a cost. Some weakened portions of an old desk completely fell apart, the wooden legs bending and breaking underneath additional pressure, wear and tear, and probably would only serve further use in a burn pile. Others were fine though, and could be rearranged easily to be suitable for some incoming jail ward.
Hotaru, thorough and meticulous in her own wit and measures, would be able to clean and shine and buff to perfection – and when putting things away, find an assortment of keys. Likely to anything within the vicinity – the cells, the storage, and whatever other nooks and crannies presided.
Arching a brow, and taking one more look as he tossed some other documents of artistic relish into things destined to be ash, his rumble began again. “This looks good. Well done.” Rolling his shoulders, he studied the furniture remaining. “We can rearrange these, and then head to the storage room.”
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Some of Iskra’s furniture broke and had to be moved to a burn pile. Ru has found some keys!
Time to rearrange some furniture! No post order!
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
