Deimos
Accompanying the “volunteering” with nothing more than an eyeroll, the Sword sauntered towards the back, striving to investigate the nest. It seemed similar in structure to many he’d already seen time and time again, and with another long-suffering sigh for the cause, realized it was yet another accordance of ningo. “Ridiculous birds,” he muttered to himself, already closing up the little hole it’d clearly strutted around in.
After Hotaru tended to Iskra’s exhaustion and fatigue, the Valkyrie began to clean in earnest. The grime came away easier now, without puddles forming everywhere, but she wouldn’t be alone in her attempts. The aforementioned ningo strutted out, showing itself, and cooed softly at the woman, completely unaware of any prior troubles or tribulations with its own ilk.
Iskra, quieter now as the day grew longer, would find the organizing easy – buckets here and there, stacked neatly, efficiently, and looking far better than it had when they’d first arrived. Though one layer of mops and brooms did fall, but it likely wouldn’t take long to fix.
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Deimos has closed and patched over another hole.
Hotaru’s cleaning has been interrupted by, surprise, another ningo.
Most of Iskra’s work has been done well, save for the mop/broom spill.
Should be last round – no post order!
After Hotaru tended to Iskra’s exhaustion and fatigue, the Valkyrie began to clean in earnest. The grime came away easier now, without puddles forming everywhere, but she wouldn’t be alone in her attempts. The aforementioned ningo strutted out, showing itself, and cooed softly at the woman, completely unaware of any prior troubles or tribulations with its own ilk.
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Deimos has closed and patched over another hole.
Hotaru’s cleaning has been interrupted by, surprise, another ningo.
Most of Iskra’s work has been done well, save for the mop/broom spill.
Should be last round – no post order!
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
