[PQ] Raise the Roost

D e i m o s

Send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass

Another preparatory measures and plan for Long Night – the perch – methodical, considering last year’s efforts to ensure it was up, and then the crumbling stories about after, during Long Night. He’d never heard the entirety of the tale, just the result, and frankly, he had no intentions to anyone dying in its breadth again. The structure would be strong. The structure would remain upright. The structure would hold a Spark Bird in its fiery triumph. It had to. So it wasn’t so much optimism that brought him here, layered and lacquered with tools in his arms, along his belt. He’d somehow misplaced his bag of holding (very unlike him, and the methodical reaches of his mind explored several options, and just hadn’t had time to delve into them). There were axes, hatchets, extra upon extra of their sharpened edges; ensuring if no one else brought their munitions, he’d have enough for all. Upon his approach though, his jaw set at the sight of Jigano. Last time he’d seen him, the blighted man had been the exact opposite of a bard, of a sage, promising violence upon those he’d cared about. It had been the Sword who’d earned a swift kick to his chest, and the Reaper who had plunged thorns into the equine’s back. His features remained reticent and guarded, waiting for some sort of upheaval, a swift alteration as he approached, the depths of his fathoms scrutinizing, examining, watching for any sign of sedition. “Jigano,” his tone chiseled, a firm head nod as he bent down to arrange his tools, to allow for anyone to grab and utilize. Upon further glance, the Loreseeker appeared healthier, but he would wait to see more actions, more responses, before concluding any of that further. Instead, he waited for the rest to come, proffering his might, his brawn, and whatever else was required. -- Deimos brings axes, hatchets, and whatever cutting supplies people need! :D For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate