[KQ] What Lies Beneath

D e i m o s

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

The whole nuances of what they found and discovered had lost its way through the underlying tension and snapping chords; he had half a notion to simply wander off and leave them to their bickering altogether, maybe take his chances in the pool if only to make it all cease. He didn’t offer anything else, would have rather tended to the information they’d gathered, or a way to escape from the current debacle, maneuvering away from the bookshelf to go tend to whatever else was blowing up around them. The monolith wandered along the circular room, striving to find some loose rocks, perhaps another passage, partially shifting his gaze into feline eyes again, hands gliding over stone surfaces. He only glanced back at Jigano at the suggestion of moving rocks again – visions of the bakery’s basement returning – but they were without Remi’s earth magic. He didn’t have the enchantments to move and maneuver such factions, not without his own brawn, might, and power, which he’d commit to without complaint, as long as they found an area that would work. As he bent down towards his bag again, opening it up to hand over the bard’s lantern, he heard the tearing sound. His head whipped up – inherent instinct and pandemonium breaking over the foundations of his composed existence. Gods, why couldn’t they just leave? His stare raked over the bizarre action though – Jigano’s attempts to snag the books into his bag utterly destroyed by the shark tome’s efforts, now snapping and biting at his leg. And perhaps, their only chance at an exit. Kiada and Amalia snatched at it, likely trying to simply get it off the Sage. His voice boomed over the surface – trying to snag their attention. “If we can remove it, then we should put it back. Then leave.” There was no sense in fighting, no sense in continued expenditure of their energy, especially when they’d yet to find a suitable exit. He maneuvered closer, and extended his deadly invocations, with an impressive legion of control, permitting the ease and eaves of the blistering contortions around his friends and family, hoping to weaken it enough with the life draining abilities, grant someone enough time or movement to chuck the damned book back upon its shelf. -- Deimos looks around for a possible exit or passage along the rocks. Then he tries to send his Life Drain magic upon the book, hoping to weaken it long enough for someone to take it off of Jigano and leave. For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate