[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

Both Remi and Jigano voiced the consternations and apprehensions contained within the beast. “That is my concern,” he nodded, pondering over the likelihood they’d manage to even come to the correct venue: if they would dig a hole and rise only to find themselves squandered away in another particular portion of the manor, in some warden’s alcove, or somewhere else altogether. He’d never been within the prison himself, despite the rebellious nature, he’d managed to keep his frame out of its clutches. With any impending arrests or treasonous efforts though, there was a blistering probability one of them would be better acquainted with it soon. Then, as Jigano spoke, the warrior’s gaze took on a more mischievous nature. It wasn’t to segment Jigano’s speech away, for he brought up good points and junctures, but more over who and what the bard was. “It is too bad we do not have someone who would be able to peek through a window,” he raised his head, stared at their earthen, loam ceiling, “or small enough to sneak in…” He arched his brow in either man’s direction – but more inclined towards the Sage, having seen his smaller, shifted form. “If two of us stay here while another…explores, we might be able to find the right area to dig.” The heathen shrugged. “I intend to create a cover that matches wherever we end up – so it is difficult to discern from the rest of the flooring.” So, in reality, all they needed was a specific point to get started. -- HMMMM. Remi Jigano For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate