[PQ] with our backs against the wall

D e i m o s

Send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass

So they dug and dug, comfortable and composed with one another, naught provoked, kindled, or incensed, steady essences and craniums, nailed and supported, postured up beams and strived to make headway. Until there wasn’t any to be had – the makeshift ceiling taking umbrage at their attempts to solidify it – the soil descending, down down down into the portions they’d already cleared. Some flickered down upon Remi and he advanced, “You all right?" echoing from his lungs (because there was no damn way anyone was coming to harm in his stead, there had already been enough hurt and upheaval amidst other events, the trials, the tribulations, crownings and echoes of the anguish scattered amongst clearings). When the alchemist managed to retreat from the debris mostly unscathed, the Reaper allowed a small sigh from his chest, eyes reviewing the damage. It was truly their first setback. He shouldn’t have been disappointed or cross; forcing the ire down into his soul, for a later venture, for the purpose beyond this one. He tilted his head at Remi as he proffered several solutions – though he preferred the latter for now. “We can attempt to put in more supports,” he nodded, arms folded across his chest as he surveyed, studied, and calculated. “If that is not effective, we can try the arches.” He mused again, staring back over the state of their errors once more. Had it been the nailing? Had it been simply too much loose soil, impacted by their movements and motions? Or were they instigating a lost cause, and the further they went, the worse it would become? The beast went back over to the lumber, grabbing hold of a few more to place underneath before they strived for the top structure. “If two of you could dig out the dirt again, carefully, then perhaps the other can grab some more beams? We can put them underneath and see if that will stabilize it.” -- No post order! Rory Jigano Remi For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate