[PQ] Strings and ceiling wax, and other fancy stuff

Deimos the Reaper You can't take back the cards you've dealt on this long and lonely road to hell the throne must be such a sad and lonely place He only took a few moments to watch the others’ in their odd little group – Isla to the clutter and debris littering the store, Remi to the window, attempting to improve what was mauled and ruined. Deimos had made his life in being a keen observer – brutal and blunt – but meticulous in his scrutiny. He should’ve been more towards his task, however, because no sooner had he picked what he believed to be a solid piece of wood, did it crumble and disintegrate in his grasp. The beast muffled a sigh of irritation; he would’ve saved himself some time and labor by merely noting the change of weight in this contortion of wood to the next: hollowed and carved out by termites upon closer inspection. Without changing pace, he simply rose from his space on the floor, roamed a few more strides towards the open door, and hurled the piece outside. Had there been an adequate fire nearby, he would’ve gladly chucked it in to its roaring flames and let the pesky nuisances spark and die in its hold – they’d have to wait until he’d cleared the rest and secured the column. He returned quickly, attending to his assignment, and only briefly arching his brow as Isla’s tribulations included a series of vexed, chipmunk noises – he wanted to say something clever out-loud, create some sort of amusing diversion for either of the fellow workers, but the moment was still and gone, and he contorted right back to his role, silent and persevering. If she required his aid in fending off rodents though, he’d certainly oblige (painfully; flexing his fingers swiftly, feeling the life drain invocations pulse at his command). He took his time now – collecting more solidified wood, checking the weight, putting aside those that felt insubstantial; he could verify whether termites had worked their way through those portions later. The warrior also snagged a few metal slabs left over from the last occupant, ensuring they weren’t eaten away by rust, and added them to the pillar.

_{Photo and Table by Time
Photo taken at Hero's Square in Budapest, Hungary}