Deimos
Plans made and quests accepted, there was only the plethora of tasks to be upheld now. Another moment of time where their beloved region could be upheld, heightened, and stronger; a world to be reckoned with, for whatever came their way. The Sword hoped these plans and notions could be utilized, and streamlined effectively – a shelter meant to overcome storms, barrages, assaults, and sieges.
So with that came another meeting. Those who’d assisted with the weapon some years before would be familiar with the format – for they needed to make decisions on how to best operate the upcoming shield. Assisting Evie with providing snacks and a plethora of chairs for citizens to come sit, peruse, and take part in the discussions, Deimos eventually stood before his own, intending to call the gathering to an order (trying not to count how many had been held in this season alone).
“Thank you all for coming,” and he nodded to each in turn, knowing how well Halo was represented in its people. “Frey has asked us to meet and decide how best to trigger our upcoming shield.” Giving them a moment to deliberate, he tilted his head, gazing upon the crowd, steeling and forging a breath in between. “And how we may want it stopped. Do we want it offensive or defensive in nature -” he’d been going for the latter when concocting the scheme, “or do we want it to work similarly to our weapon?” In only having the council members capable of unfurling the power?
From there, he’d leave the floor open to the rest of their wake, settling into his chair, notebook in hand.
So with that came another meeting. Those who’d assisted with the weapon some years before would be familiar with the format – for they needed to make decisions on how to best operate the upcoming shield. Assisting Evie with providing snacks and a plethora of chairs for citizens to come sit, peruse, and take part in the discussions, Deimos eventually stood before his own, intending to call the gathering to an order (trying not to count how many had been held in this season alone).
“Thank you all for coming,” and he nodded to each in turn, knowing how well Halo was represented in its people. “Frey has asked us to meet and decide how best to trigger our upcoming shield.” Giving them a moment to deliberate, he tilted his head, gazing upon the crowd, steeling and forging a breath in between. “And how we may want it stopped. Do we want it offensive or defensive in nature -” he’d been going for the latter when concocting the scheme, “or do we want it to work similarly to our weapon?” In only having the council members capable of unfurling the power?
From there, he’d leave the floor open to the rest of their wake, settling into his chair, notebook in hand.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
