DEIMOS
They believe nothing can reach us
And pull us out of the boundless gloom
And pull us out of the boundless gloom
The Sword’s ensuing snort, following Jigano’s shelving attempts, was all the response he’d deliver, save for action. Crouching along the shelving contortions, eyeing the errors, he slipped more timber underneath, intending for the pieces to be makeshift holding blocks, allowing for further weight to dip towards them, bracers for whatever wares and supplies would remain on their sanction. It was much easier to construct with Jigano’s supports, and they were patched up in no time at all – a notation for following years already delving into his mind.
Loren’s efforts went off without a hitch again, the banners coiling in telekinesis properties, tossed over canopies and bastions, failing to fight their sudden flight. Draped, overlaid, and cloaking the sectioned-off wooden parallels and partitions, they remained steadfast and true, flags, emblems, and achievements noted and recognized as artisan crafted.
Eventually, Deimos took a step back, surveying everything they’d accomplished. “Fine job. Our work here is done,” he announced after glancing over portions, after inspecting and investigating, tirelessly scrupulous, dusting his hands off. “Thank you. Let me know if there is any way I can assist either of you.” Which they all seemed to do anyway – a cyclical formation to their requirements of strength, might, fortitude, or magic.
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We’re done fam! <3 Thank you!
Loren’s efforts went off without a hitch again, the banners coiling in telekinesis properties, tossed over canopies and bastions, failing to fight their sudden flight. Draped, overlaid, and cloaking the sectioned-off wooden parallels and partitions, they remained steadfast and true, flags, emblems, and achievements noted and recognized as artisan crafted.
Eventually, Deimos took a step back, surveying everything they’d accomplished. “Fine job. Our work here is done,” he announced after glancing over portions, after inspecting and investigating, tirelessly scrupulous, dusting his hands off. “Thank you. Let me know if there is any way I can assist either of you.” Which they all seemed to do anyway – a cyclical formation to their requirements of strength, might, fortitude, or magic.
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We’re done fam! <3 Thank you!
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