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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

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#1
DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
It'd been a long time since he set foot into the prisons. Initially it’d been rebellion against Zariah’s cause; his gaze immediately going to a specific cell, and then when her reign was done, it’d gone to only brief intervals of use. There hadn’t been any reasons to – most situations solved without the need for bars, for locks, for furtive keys – not since Roana’s pledge to murder members of the Ascended. Even if she’d somehow evaded the threshold –

So he stepped within, staring at the vast expanse of dust, decay, and nothingness. It was a hollowed out vessel, with its warped bars and boarded up windows, courtesy of the last LongNight preparations, with rotted wood, with pinnacles of naught echoing and contorting. Meandering silence, thickening air, and he narrowed his eyes at it, eventually lighting several lanterns while he decided what to do first. He’d posted the notice sign for anyone interested in assisting; but he’d likely start with the aforementioned cell, lock it up, and leave the mystery of its threshold for another day.

The Sword grabbed hold of a broom, sweeping out the confines, eyes following where grime settled, pressing over cobwebs, gleaning out remnants of bird and bats that had made themselves at home likely through the changing seasons. When he thought that particular cell complete, he sealed it off, then returned to the entrance, surveying it as a whole, to glean upon what they had to get in order, in place, as people arrived.

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Open PQ for cleaning up the prisons! Once the slots are filled, I’ll be moving this along. Dice rolls will be used for success rates! Thank you! <3

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1. Loren
2. Joshua
3. Weaver
4. Sunjata
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Loren wasn't really around the Hollowed Ground that much any more. But he still made a point of checking out the Notice Board when he was in town. When he saw the message that Deimos was looking for help cleaning out the prisons, the healer hadn't hesitated to show up.

When he arrived, he gave the General a polite nod, nothing more, nothing less. They weren't friends, apparently, and the Launceleyn was still despondent over Maea's death. He had no desire to pretend to be happy or to feign polite conversation, especially given how taciturn the other man was. "Heard you needed help. Wouldn't be the first time I had to clean up my cousin's mess." With that, he fell silent, expression dark, mind darker.
LOREN
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Joshua Sheppard
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#3
JOSH
Josh had been scouring the Notice Board for anything juicy to steal away when he'd seen Deimos' request for help; at first he had dismissed it as nothing important, but he'd found his eyes going back to it. How a country treated it's prisoners, how it dealt with law and order...well, it could tell you far more about the place than any tourist leaflet, that was for sure. Maybe it would be a chance to see behind the curtain of Caido as it were, as well as getting into the good books of someone important to the town.

He'd never been one for much physical labour except when truly necessary and the clothes he'd had on when teleported weren't suitable. He arrived in a white undervest and some plain pants bought from the markets, hair tied back behind his head in a small ponytail. Glasses still on his nose (though slightly too far pushed up) he looked rather odd, or at least he thought so as he caught a glimpse of himself in a passing puddle.

Spotting Deimos and Loren he headed towards them, looking all around the building as he did so. Without his notebook in hand he seemed suddenly far more awkward, less confident than before, hands clasping and relaxing by his sides and eyes darting all over. "I've come to help." He announced simply.
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Weaver Hale
the Scythe
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#4

I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees

Like Loren, she is not in the Grounds that often, though she checks the notice board when she is here. It’d been impossible to miss the one left from Delphia, the long list of goodbyes from a girl Weaver hadn’t known well but had loved regardless. In that moment she could understand her brother’s hesitation to grow close to anyone, because like always, Caido takes things away too quickly.

She’d scanned the other notices without much thought, though the one left by Deimos looking for help caught her attention. She liked the man and didn’t mind spending an afternoon getting dirty to help him, to distract herself. Normally she’d go out of curiosity as well, to see what the prisons here were like, though her curiosity is a dull thing in the wake of Maea’s death.

When she arrives, she gives Deimos a nod, unusually quiet and perhaps thankful she was helping a quiet man. There’s one face she does not recognize, and she turns her attention to him briefly with a nod and a small smile of greeting. ”Weaver,” she offers to the stranger, before her attention settles on Loren. He’d known Maea as well, and she’d seen the note left to him as much as he must have seen the note left to her. She drifts closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder if he’ll let her, and giving it a squeeze, before removing her hand and turning her full attention to Deimos, waiting for instructions.

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Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
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#5
SUNJATA
the flood
dreams where you're murdered
boy i know you heard it all before
He doesn’t remember the last time he was in a prison very well. But the feelings were much the same in the end. Loss, awkwardness, close confines and the smell of dust and something old, spiders skittering around. There’s a heaviness that settles on him, the meeting with Delphia being absolutely useless and the shock of a child of Safrin he’d somehow ended up helping with. He needs a break, a shift toward the Grounds to perhaps read the letter again and grow somewhat frustrated, to check on the bar and see how things were there, before returning to Torchline to have the fucking volcano explode and he finds himself reading the notice board post about here.

Sunjata and Deimos don’t get along, but at this point he doesn’t really care. Amalia and him are on okay terms now, he’s healed from the last attack, and in the end all he wants to do is offer some sort of help to take his mind off of everything else.

So he arrives on the heels of Weaver, surprisingly, wearing a short sleeve shirt with Safrin’s daggers at his sides, perhaps the most prized possession he has right now. And he ducks into the prison to glance around all of those that have attended, folding one tattooed arm over the other currently blank one – though Weaver would certainly recognize the work – as he moves straight toward Deimos. Bags beneath his eyes, voice low hopefully only for Deimos to hear, he focuses shadowed steel gaze on the man. “I am only here to help, and then I'll leave.” He turns then, nodding toward Loren and Josh, but inevitably moving to stand beside Weaver, quiet as stone.
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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

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#6
DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
As they arrived, Deimos was setting up a pile of wood, several different lengths of lumber off to the side, hoping they’d be useful for the rotted contortions and covering an abundance of holes left over from some animals likely finding their way inside. His eyes regarded Loren, surprised to see him here, since his time was supposedly based in Halo, but welcoming his assistance all the same. The entrance of Joshua was an intriguing notion too, but it made sense with the man’s need for information, perhaps ready to regard this as a surveying opportunity while assisting. Weaver too, coming along from the frigid depths –

And then Sunjata. The General’s jaw clenched, shutting tightly, eyes narrowing – nodding at the man’s insinuation, but the warning, the preamble, the prelude to contempt and loathing were already imbedded therein.

But as a majority of them entered the threshold, they brought in a somber, restrained mood; his mind recollecting the note near his: details upon details, scrawls upon scrawls, of Maea’s death and the corresponding names, descriptions, and goodbyes that went alongside them. Which meant another hollowed out contortion in the grounds, one more of their number gone by some haphazard event. For all her attempts at gaining strength and platitude, maybe it simply hadn’t been enough – and the sting of that had settled its roots into their terrain. Maybe cleaning out the prisons would serve as a distraction; a time not warped or sculpted in grief. He traced an inaudible sigh, gaze sliding over the ramparts and construction around them, before addressing their assembled crowd.

“Thank you for coming.” He didn’t look at Sunjata. “We have not used the prison in some time, and with LongNight approaching, the Queen thought to render it functional again.” A shrug through his shoulders; they could always guess as to why, though the ruminations usually ran straight for Ascended quandaries and indiscretions. “I thought we could start on the holes,” and here he nodded towards several in the ceiling, and on the side, where the light gaped through. They’d find tools and lumber for it nestled nearby, and a ladder leaning along the outside walls. “There also appears to be a rat and bat problem.” Evidence of it across the floors, within the cells, amongst nests clustered in corners or encroached upon the ceiling.

And something else positioned, silent and quiet, in the furthest, right-hand corner, but none of them would notice it yet – too drowned, veiled, and shrouded in shadow.  

The depths of his stare fixated on the warped bars too, some bent, oddly misshapen, and he wasn’t certain how it had happened, just that they needed to be adjusted. “I will be reworking the metal.” Then, with a nod of his head, he presumed they would get to work.

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We need two for solving the bat/rat problem, and two for patching up holes! You’ll find all the tools you’ll need over by the pile of wood!

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the Flood
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#7
SUNJATA
the flood
dreams where you're murdered
boy i know you heard it all before
Deimos ignores him, and in turn Sunjata doesn’t look at the General either. Instead, focusing on the tasks that are laid out, the idea of bats and rats that pose a problem — thinking briefly toward the time he had helped the General in his building of the barracks in his panther form, tearing and destroying the rats that lived within. This time, however, was different. The bats at the very least would be easy for him to control.

I’ll work on the bats and rats.” He utters quietly, already moving toward the cells to reach out with his compulsion. He attempts to compel the bats to leave, to flock together and filter out through the entrance, grabbing a broom then to try and get the rats to come out as well into an open space to make it easier to dispel them.



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you shut your eyes to pain
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Weaver Hale
the Scythe
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I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees

Sunjata is the last to arrive, and there is tension between him and Deimos that she could cut with one of the daggers on her hips. He drifts toward her, and she tries to meet his gaze, assuming he too had heard the news. To be fair, she has no way of knowing for certain if either Loren or Sunjata had seen the notice, but she assumes they have. It seems unlikely they saw Deimos’ notice without the other, unless they came across this clean up in some other way. For Loren the small gesture had been easy and instinctive. For Sunjata though, she does not know what to do, not in this company anyway. Instead she simply tries to meet his gaze, to let him know they would pour one out on the floor of the Kraai or the VlamVloed and let the fire burn high for her and her alone when they could.

Deimos gives them tasks, and she sets off to work on patching some holes. Weaver has no interest in dealing with rats and bats, particularly when there are two perfectly capable Attuned to compel them out (maybe three, she has no idea about the one guy). What she does know is they are all taller than her, so whoever else comes to help can do the ceiling. Weaver grabs tools and sets to work, cutting and hammering, nailing pieces into the wall with an ease that speaks of too many years patching her life together.

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Weaver works on patching the holes in the wall.

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That strange man Josh arrived after Loren did, so the healer gave the newcomer a nod. As Weaver approached, the Launceleyn reached up to clasp the hand she put on his shoulder. "How are you holding up?" He'd seen the notice, of course, and while his own grief was raw, he wasn't blind to the sorrows of others. That included Sunjata, who showed up last.

As Deimos laid out the tasks, Loren stayed quiet. Not missing the tension between the General and the bartender, the healer followed after Sunjata. "I'll work on the bats and rats as well." There was little the Launceleyn could do about the bats, but he compelled the rats to leave (and he did his best with the bats as well).

He also sent a thought just for the bartender's mind. Hey. How're you doing? There was something wary about Loren's words, but also a great deal of concern for his friend, as well as the ever present depression below that.



Loren works on the bats and rats. He compels the rats (and hopefully the bats) to leave
LOREN
Not quite an open book
Joshua Sheppard
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JOSH
Josh quietly listened to the instructions from Deimos then nodded, walking to pick up tools and not bothering with pleasantries. He had no reason to try and make nice with any of these people; he went to patch up holes in the wall, but made sure to take a somewhat circuitous route there so he could look into the cells, see how much space was given to each inmate, how comfortable it was. After all, if his experiences on Earth were any indicator, he'd probably end up in a cell himself at some point.

Not at all a DIY expert, he sloppily placed wood over the gaps and nailed them in with shaky hits, the nails not going in all the way. Covered, but hardly pretty. Still, he'd never had much of a mind for aesthetics, so Josh continued on like this for each hole as he came to it.

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Josh patches up holes!
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DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
He settled in beside the cell with the warped bars, conducting fire magic instantly to his fingertips, to his palms, attempting to mold the metal portions back into place. They shifted with the molten heat, and several pounds of a hammer, working it much like a blacksmith would – eventually standing upright and tall, back to where they were supposed to be.

Sunjata and Loren would find their combined compelling efforts highly successful. Maybe it was the powers within, embroiled and enveloping, that forced all the animals to flee. The rats scurried out through any open holes, made all the more obvious that they had more to patch up now, and the bats did the same, high-pitched squealing ricocheting on the way out. Deimos watched, brows raised, features rendered to some measure of impressed – before it faded, granting more directions after their triumphant dispelling. “If you want to remove their remnants too,” indicating nests, and scattered remains, a broom resting nearby.

Joshua’s haphazard patching of holes showed – most of the nails not finding purchase, the lumber falling off the sanction just as quickly as they’d been placed. It was sloppy work, and Deimos eventually marched over to place some concentration on the task at hand, not narrowing his eyes at the other man, but giving off an overall impression of irritation. “Try not to waste the nails,” and he snorted as another portion of the wood collided back down to the floor – biting back a sigh. He could always make more, but they should’ve been able to utilize the ones already conjured.

And while the rest worked, poor Weaver’s efforts were in vain. Cutting went well, but as she hammered a piece into place, perhaps through force, perhaps sheer, damned luck, or whatever misfortunes she’d rendered – the hammer flew out of her hands, landing in that particular, furthest, right-hand corner. Hm. What to do about that…

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Loren and Sunjata can work on getting rid of the bat/rat nests/remnants!

Joshua and Deimos are still working on patching the holes.

Hm. Weaver. Maybe you should go retrieve your hammer? Wink wink. Nudge nudge.
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As the animals fled, Loren watched them go. When Deimos instructed them to clean up the mess, the healer glanced towards the broom, then at the droppings and nests the rats and bats had left behind. For a moment, he just let his gaze sweep over the prison.

Then he shook his head and clicked his tongue. Raising both hands, a jet of water blasted out from it, though not fast or hard enough to damage the surroundings or any of the people here. Spinning slowly, he directed it to wash away any trace of the rodents that he could find and reach from where he stood.



Loren uses his mastered water magic to clean up the mess from the rats and bats.
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Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
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SUNJATA
the flood
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boy i know you heard it all before
The quiet support from Weaver is welcome. His gaze meets hers briefly before he’s off on his own task, a quiet nod. Some point soon, hopefully. Provided he survives the KQ.

Loren’s voice reaches him as soon as he slips toward compelling the bats. There’s a pulse of silence that leaves him before he decides to respond. Pretty shit to be honest. He offers to the Launceleyn, glancing over toward the summoner before moving the broom in hand to work to brush out the bits and pieces of the creatures left behind despite Loren’s attempts to use his magic. Delphia leaves this long list on the notice board for everyone as a last words from Maea, not a single thing for me. Go to try and see her to find out and what do I get? A season before I can find out and only if I do some ridiculous ritual to get over Lusea.

A muscle feathers in his jaw as he continues to try and brush everything out, pointedly ignoring the rest of the group to focus on the inner frustration and anger that threatens to spill through.



Sunjata grabs a broom and tries to get the debris from the rats out!
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I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees

”As well as can be expected,” she says, giving Loren a slight nod. ”You?” she asks, knowing that yet more grief heaped upon his already raw heart was the last thing Loren needed. And yet, this was Caido. Death was what they knew, here.

Though she goes through the motions of patching the holes, her mind is elsewhere. It is in the Kraai, or really, a future finished version of the Kraai. She imagines her and Maea bent over a notebook full of recipes, deciding which to make and how to tweak them. She imagines them tasting the creations, some good, some not so good, as they gossiped about life.

She imagines all the moments that will never happen.

Her mind drifts so substantially that she loses the hammer. It flies out of her hand and skitters into the far corner, which is dark and shadowed. She sighs, standing up and letting a small flame flicker to life in her outstretched palm so she can see in order to retrieve the tool. Some part of her just wants to let it go, lose the hammer in the corner of the prison, but she would never really be so wasteful. So she makes her way into the corner, sending the little flame ahead of her to light her way.

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