DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
He watched the dragon accept the treats almost half-heartedly, causing an inward snort as the companion meandered away. Then there was only the waiting, the telltale arch of his brow lowering to that of natural stoicism. When the semblances did arrive, there was only the slightest tilt of his head, calculations already concocting something else. “Thank you. Your hospitality is generous and appreciated.” The Sword considered a weight in his mind, before persisting in it, ensuring some manner of vows were still employed and arranged. “If there is a time where we make a move on Halo, Torchline will not be a part of it. I will remove myself well before then.”
As for the base of operations, Deimos had seen plenty of buildings along the way – inquiring and nosey to a fault, pondering all the various entryways and abandonment of several. “We will, but I can find something not already in use.” As for the others, he nodded, then shrugged, the uncertainty barreling forth only because he didn’t want to answer for them. “Possibly. But I will need to talk to them first.” Discussing matters with Maeve had been a preliminary meeting, in case she refused them, and there would have to be other alternatives called upon.
As for the base of operations, Deimos had seen plenty of buildings along the way – inquiring and nosey to a fault, pondering all the various entryways and abandonment of several. “We will, but I can find something not already in use.” As for the others, he nodded, then shrugged, the uncertainty barreling forth only because he didn’t want to answer for them. “Possibly. But I will need to talk to them first.” Discussing matters with Maeve had been a preliminary meeting, in case she refused them, and there would have to be other alternatives called upon.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
