Deimos
“Probably will need to,” he sighed. Another discussion to be had amongst and amidst those in Halo, or merely between Evie and himself; dependent on things. “I have not met any infected, that I know of,” the pause given as he circumvented through hordes of individuals – clearly unaware that he’d been in the orbit of two lately. “Were there any particular symptoms?” Or outward signs? Even if they weren’t or hadn’t been overtly dangerous, he still didn’t know which distinctions were held.
Belial hooted again, and Deimos paused, watching as the peryton actually became cautious (it was such a rare event that he'd have to chronicle it in his brain). Shaking his head, his hands created and manifested a jar between them, gilded incantations flickering and flowing until it was justifiably large enough to hold a void pineapple and its necessary amount of roots and plantlife.
As for people being annoyed and irritated with the work, he could only shrug – sometimes it’d been difficult to get multitudes to complete the tasks on a regular rotation. “Monotonous too?” He gave a small smile, before beginning to inspect the bizarre looking pineapple.
And “demigod” stuff made him give a brief chuckle, because he still somehow managed to be involved in all of it. “Well, Safrin gave me a list of things that can be done to reclaim the lost regions,” and he angled his jawline in the direction of the Oerwoud, jutting it towards the infected area. “If you are interested.”
Belial hooted again, and Deimos paused, watching as the peryton actually became cautious (it was such a rare event that he'd have to chronicle it in his brain). Shaking his head, his hands created and manifested a jar between them, gilded incantations flickering and flowing until it was justifiably large enough to hold a void pineapple and its necessary amount of roots and plantlife.
As for people being annoyed and irritated with the work, he could only shrug – sometimes it’d been difficult to get multitudes to complete the tasks on a regular rotation. “Monotonous too?” He gave a small smile, before beginning to inspect the bizarre looking pineapple.
And “demigod” stuff made him give a brief chuckle, because he still somehow managed to be involved in all of it. “Well, Safrin gave me a list of things that can be done to reclaim the lost regions,” and he angled his jawline in the direction of the Oerwoud, jutting it towards the infected area. “If you are interested.”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
