Deimos
Finally, it all seemed to come together; caulk and floors, walls and grime, dust, dirt, and debris rankled and come to heel as the air settled and dried. Content with their feelings of accomplishment, he nodded to each in turn, snorting at the waves of calm descending through attuned measures. Deimos even permitted the smallest of sighs when he witnessed all of it piece over – save for the ningo.
He’d been rather hopeful that the dog would take care of it, but it seemed that was a fruitless venture too. In a matter of moments, he rolled his eyes, and sent the beast sprawling via another healthy burst and gust of air, until it managed to find some semblance of freedom (probably out that hole in the office).
“I think we are set here, for now,” though his eyes chanced a glance at the nest. “Unless someone wants to get that,” motioning and jutting his jaw to the aforementioned threshold the bird had once claimed, “we can head into the office.”
Taking his time to appease a rumbling stomach on the way by, he pocketed a few snacks and waved to Zuriel and her pleasant spot by the hearth, before patrolling the workplace again. It was as he’d left it before – gaping hole, scattered papers, snow in the corner…though, it looked as though that had moved. Interesting.
Turning to whomever deigned to join him, he pointed towards the tasks ahead. “Would you rather fix the hole or tend to the snow?”
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We’re moving on! Tasks are:
- Get rid of the ningo nest in the cells
- Fix the hole in the office (wood available nearby)
- Or tend to the snow that definitely maybe moved on its own
Deimos will take whatever is left! No post order!
He’d been rather hopeful that the dog would take care of it, but it seemed that was a fruitless venture too. In a matter of moments, he rolled his eyes, and sent the beast sprawling via another healthy burst and gust of air, until it managed to find some semblance of freedom (probably out that hole in the office).
“I think we are set here, for now,” though his eyes chanced a glance at the nest. “Unless someone wants to get that,” motioning and jutting his jaw to the aforementioned threshold the bird had once claimed, “we can head into the office.”
Taking his time to appease a rumbling stomach on the way by, he pocketed a few snacks and waved to Zuriel and her pleasant spot by the hearth, before patrolling the workplace again. It was as he’d left it before – gaping hole, scattered papers, snow in the corner…though, it looked as though that had moved. Interesting.
Turning to whomever deigned to join him, he pointed towards the tasks ahead. “Would you rather fix the hole or tend to the snow?”
--
We’re moving on! Tasks are:
- Get rid of the ningo nest in the cells
- Fix the hole in the office (wood available nearby)
- Or tend to the snow that definitely maybe moved on its own
Deimos will take whatever is left! No post order!
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
