[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

They took their breaks intermittently, water and food available should they require it, and despite the lack of heat, the work could easily take its toll on their figures. While they rested, Deimos listened; always a rapt scholar in that regard, Remi’s musings on Bastien’s painting abilities sounding entertaining and jocular; the part that would scandalize Amalia might not be the wisest of choices, but he was amused by the consideration. The alchemist even managed to create a sketch of bracings and holds, and the Reaper glanced over, gaze taking in the fine details, nodding at the input. “We can try it,” his voice insinuated agreement and accordance. If it didn’t work, they could always implement another measure. Jigano seemed to continue on the Bastien forefront, to which Deimos raised a brow; he didn’t know Rexanna’s man well – just that he was far better and exceeding over the standards of all the other ones that had been scattered about before. Afterwards, some of the limber had been prepared, so he began piling them near their gaping hole, ready to nail them into place for support. While he maneuvered and motioned around, Rory’s question rang along, likely curious towards the warrior’s information, sagacity, and wisdom surrounding the event. Truth be told, he had more experience in digging graves than tunnels, placing his still, deceased comrades and allies into their final resting spaces – but their had been a few tunnels, when they chose more furtive routes for their staged, waged wars. It hadn’t been often. “Some. This is not my first rebellion,” a smile, a smirk, a polished sensation of triumph and insurrection that had no place to go over than here. The fathoms of his stare went over to the wood again. “Good work,” he intoned, praising them for what it was. “Now, we should nail these in place. Then we can start the process once more.” It was repetitive and redundant, but if everything went well, it would soon become a methodical means to an end. “When we have dug further, we can start putting more support beams. If one of you would help me nail these, the others can start digging again.” He was apologetic that it wasn’t a little more exciting; no monsters, no mayhem, no menace, except the nuance of sedition in the spread of their actions. Perhaps that was all they required; any trial within their workspace could be detrimental. -- We need someone to help Deimos nail the first support beams in place, and the other two can dig! No post order! Remi Rory Jigano For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate