DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
In true Halovian form, they hastened to the call over and over again – whether it be through repairs, these shelters, or anything else necessary. Chester cheered on while Noah, Deimos, and Sah inspected, surveyed, and guided the beams along. Forces of strength, goodwill, and prosperous amounts of effort saw them through, and by the end of it, the shopfront stood once more – though clearly lacking in windows.
Deimos snorted at the arrangement nonetheless, pleased, content, and feeling those inclinations of fatigue wearing again. “This looks good. I can create some windows and help put them in, if one of you want to go ahead and check in on those in the shelter.” Pausing as he began to orchestrate and modify panels of glass for the empty paces, his head tilted, calculations and machinations coiling once more. “We probably only need to clean things up there.” If everyone else was content, and they had it in capable hands for those who needed and required its use…they were nearly complete.
--
Chester’s shopfront is set!
Deimos is staying to help make and put in windows. One can do the same with him, and the other can go clean up the shelter/check in on everyone.
No post order! Should be the last round!
Deimos snorted at the arrangement nonetheless, pleased, content, and feeling those inclinations of fatigue wearing again. “This looks good. I can create some windows and help put them in, if one of you want to go ahead and check in on those in the shelter.” Pausing as he began to orchestrate and modify panels of glass for the empty paces, his head tilted, calculations and machinations coiling once more. “We probably only need to clean things up there.” If everyone else was content, and they had it in capable hands for those who needed and required its use…they were nearly complete.
--
Chester’s shopfront is set!
Deimos is staying to help make and put in windows. One can do the same with him, and the other can go clean up the shelter/check in on everyone.
No post order! Should be the last round!
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
