[PQ] (SE) used to the darkness

RONIN

Yeah, yeah. I’m sure. Ronin could at least sound amused about it, though the work is proving to be thankless and with a helluva lot of difficulties. Still, there are no longer any ants to worry about and so he persists with his digging, hooves stirring up sand and cracking through compact dirt, attempting to get to the hole he started in the beginning. (Hopefully sans ants, this time).

A pipe? he repeats to Deimos, glancing up with horns aglow and a nose coated in sand. He should be so lucky to find something like that, what with their luck so far. How about you, Jata? Any further along?

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Ronin keeps on keepin’ on, lmao.

nobody really cared, so it never really mattered. it never really mattered, so it never really happened
what's the point in fightin' for a happy ever after? the past keep's hauntin' the future i imagine

Sunjata, still hissing under his breath while he digs his hole, manages to get to the pipe as well by sheer dumb luck. Deimos’ comment is met with a pulse of gratitude – if not a small amount of pain leaking over as well – before he shakes his fuzzy head. Thanks. He offers, a bit late, to the help of the ants dispersing and only fire remaining in their wake.

Ronin’s hole is empty now too, and the Star is quite successful in getting his own hole dug down to the small pipe that should lead the water out to less populated areas. At the mention of any further along? Sunjata sits back, pulls away from his drain and pushes over a makeshift metal cap into place over the dug hole with a big dark paw – a way to prevent debris from getting sucked into the hole and blocking it. I think this should do. There’s a couple metal caps over here to place on top of them but that should do it. He manages, though his tone is weary – he stands to go view Ronin’s drain and then Deimos’ before nodding along to confirm his comments.

Hopefully it works. He snorts, letting his steel gaze flicker over his company as he settles, wrapping his tail around himself from where he sits. Thanks for the help, though. He offers when they’re all finished.

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I can't count apparently, but LAST THING is to just put the little metal caps on and then we can leave!! Thank u <3

SUNJATA

RONIN

Felling a lot more victorious than he had during the majority of their task, Ronin snorted as he found the pipe, backing up to look back at Sunjata and the rest of his instructions. Ah, perfect, he said of the metal caps, the luxere trotting across to get at his own.

He managed to roll it over to where he needed it with a mix of his antlers and his nose, tamping it down with a hoof to ensure it stayed in place. With that done, he gave a snort and a proud toss of his head, and seemed satisfied.

Any time. Though next time may there be less ants and less scorpions, he mused to his friend, glancing back to Deimos to see how he was getting on, and also to observe their work as a whole.

We're lost in the space between
who we are and all that we're trying to be

The gratitude was shrugged off with a nod, for it hadn’t been difficult or tasking to accomplish, before listening to directions once more. Again, not a particular orchestrator of anything more than trench warfare, once the digging has commenced, his gaze sharpened to watch Sunjata place the metal cap on.

Following suit, he grabbed one of the artifacts in between his jaws, and roamed back to the area, dropping it within, and then placing his heavy, obsidian paw down on its surface until it gave in. The beast pushed on it several more times, before concluding it would stay put, and then meandered out of the depths, piercing eyes meeting each of theirs in turn, waiting for some other proclamation in the murk and midst of his habitual silence.

DEIMOS

Stop trying to show how to save our souls
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts

nobody really cared, so it never really mattered. it never really mattered, so it never really happened
what's the point in fightin' for a happy ever after? the past keep's hauntin' the future i imagine

There’s a silent prayer that goes up to Safrin from the panther once everything goes as expected. The plates slip into place, stamped down and pressed down into the earth to hold. It’ll make it easier to have the debris either slip away or be easily brushed off rather than it falling into the holes and getting trapped. But the work is done, and once everyone has their pieces back into place – he finds the rest of them.

A huff of a laugh, as tired as it was, is given toward Ronin. Yeah, thanks for that. He murmurs – about the scorpion, though there’s a lace of sarcasm in with how Ronin had to share his ants with him. Deimos’ nod is given another one – another pulse of gratitude. You’re both welcome to come to the ring for drinks as an added thank you. He adds, tacking it onto the end – unsure if Deimos would take him up on it – but the panther stands abruptly then.

And then he heads toward the Slagveld, aimed toward getting those drinks and a better look at his bites.

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- FIN TYSM <333

SUNJATA