WESSEX
Finally, some good luck all around! Wessex is able to haul the main support beam up the ladder and with Nikolai and Azrael’s help, settle it in place. It’s long and sturdy and barring in giant creatures crashing into it, should hold for many years to come. While the General climbs down to sort through the metal sheets with Cameron on the ground, Nikolai and Az do pretty well with setting the extra support slats at even intervals, making Wessex’s job all the easier. Grabbing on to several at once, she teleports herself to atop the center beam and then sets everything down, shifting the sheets to one side or the other until they create a flat ceiling. She’ll come back later to try and weld it all together with some time-consuming laser-ing.
After all, the point of this building is to be big and fire-resistant:a place to practice and a place to retreat to, if need be.
All that’s left is her office. When Wessex returns to the ground for the last time, she’s grinning. “Almost done. Just my office is left and that should be easy, given everything else.” Gesturing vaguely to what they’ve built around them, it should be obvious that two walls, a window, and a door in the back corner are nothing, all things considered. “Let’s make it twelve by twelve. And leave an open space for a door. There should also be a pane of glass around here somewhere…”
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Last round! Just two stone walls left, installing the window, and cutting wood for a door. <3
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
