Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
He gave another grin in response; his past statement had been made an entirely facetious display, but then he listened to the question, nose wrinkling in equal fervor. Glancing across at all the barrows, he couldn’t quite fathom it – Halo had different rituals – and there always seemed to be some ghost rising out of one of those, vindictive and baleful. “I do not think so. And there has to be better ways of vengeance." Head tilting, he arched a brow at Dantalion in turn. “Would you?” What happened to Ancients anyway – was it the stone thing, or something different?Relief, especially after years of being on edge and ready for the next turn of chaotic and dangerous events, was still a struggle for the Sword. He’d manage eventually, as he had done in the following refrains after the last war, but for now, he still kept a list of necessities in his mind. They’d changed and altered, as par for the course, but he hadn’t forgotten the Ancient’s notions.
With a nod, he turned over his palms, gilded and glowing instantly, forming a copy of his own bag of holding – stretching and unwinding, expanding and lightening, until it circumvented directly into his hands, and he passed it over. “Should be sufficient.” Though he’d obviously alter it again if it didn’t meet the Maverick’s credentials. “And you are welcome.” Might as well have moments of granting and giving, rather than onslaughts and terror.
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Deimos has made:
Type: Grey | Style: Other | Level: Basic
Bag of Holding | A bag that can hold an infinite number of items, so long as they fit within the bag's 3ft x 3ft opening. The bag always feels nearly weightless, but always looks about 75% full.
