DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
They forged onward, as all good Monster Hunters should. Nephele tackled her window from a different angle, and finally, it gave way, though not before stubbornly knocking out a single pane that imminently crashed – and she was likely going to have to clean that up too. But for the rest of her efforts, the rest adhered to her requests, sliding outwards, and were subsequently replaced. Once she had taken care of the broken shards, she’d be able to move onto another task.
Shaye, and by extension Sylvia, seemed to struggle with rearranging; the furniture obstinate and lumbering, and it took a considerable effort to move the pieces into place. The women would likely find themselves a bit winded from the semblances, but luckily the couches could be a nice rest spot while everyone else finished up.
Paige and Belial were another intriguing saga – the peryton wrinkling his little deer nose as the youth noted his lack of thumbs. However, she was rewarded with her attempts at opening the door, and though the aperture desperately yearned to stick in some places, a few hard shoves completed the job, and she’d be able to discover what was inside. Belial had zero hesitation in rushing forward, and into the room they could go – which had clearly been a storage area, with shelving lined up. The supplies were long gone, and the rest of it entirely vacant. Maybe the youth could offer up suggestions for its use?
The Sword’s attempts continued along prior veins, ripping up old boards, replacing them with new, or washing over the scorched marks of otherwise fine woodwork. Unbothered, save for facing quiet demons and foolish notions, he was able to complete it all with little trial or tribulation, and then eventually, could gather everyone back together to go over a new set of parameters and details. With a moment of repose provided, and some snacks on one of the tables too.
“Things are coming along well,” and he made no glance to anyone in particular over broken glass or tenacious furnishings – considering he’d been the one to cause a multitude of damage in the facility in the first place. Consulting his list, his eyes scanned for the parchment. “We need to organize living quarters,” and he pointed upward, to where some rooms had been situated. “Establish an armory,” in a space on the first floor, preferably. “I would like a bulletin board here,” and he indicated along the entrance, so they could post noteworthy information, comings and goings, and any leads on potential threats. “Some journals need to be copied over as well.” So there would be more than one readily accessible.
From there, the soldier inclined his head towards Paige and his companion, who simply hooted. “Did you find anything?”
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Tasks were completed relatively successfully, and now we have some new ones!
- Two to organize living quarters
- One to find a place for an armory (Deimos has already created a bunch of weapons, feel free to snag ‘em)
- Create a bulletin board near the entrance
- Copy over some journals with info about various animals
First come, first serve, Deimos will pick whatever’s leftover!
Sylvia has been skipped for this round but may join back in.
Paige and Belial were another intriguing saga – the peryton wrinkling his little deer nose as the youth noted his lack of thumbs. However, she was rewarded with her attempts at opening the door, and though the aperture desperately yearned to stick in some places, a few hard shoves completed the job, and she’d be able to discover what was inside. Belial had zero hesitation in rushing forward, and into the room they could go – which had clearly been a storage area, with shelving lined up. The supplies were long gone, and the rest of it entirely vacant. Maybe the youth could offer up suggestions for its use?
The Sword’s attempts continued along prior veins, ripping up old boards, replacing them with new, or washing over the scorched marks of otherwise fine woodwork. Unbothered, save for facing quiet demons and foolish notions, he was able to complete it all with little trial or tribulation, and then eventually, could gather everyone back together to go over a new set of parameters and details. With a moment of repose provided, and some snacks on one of the tables too.
“Things are coming along well,” and he made no glance to anyone in particular over broken glass or tenacious furnishings – considering he’d been the one to cause a multitude of damage in the facility in the first place. Consulting his list, his eyes scanned for the parchment. “We need to organize living quarters,” and he pointed upward, to where some rooms had been situated. “Establish an armory,” in a space on the first floor, preferably. “I would like a bulletin board here,” and he indicated along the entrance, so they could post noteworthy information, comings and goings, and any leads on potential threats. “Some journals need to be copied over as well.” So there would be more than one readily accessible.
From there, the soldier inclined his head towards Paige and his companion, who simply hooted. “Did you find anything?”
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Tasks were completed relatively successfully, and now we have some new ones!
- Two to organize living quarters
- One to find a place for an armory (Deimos has already created a bunch of weapons, feel free to snag ‘em)
- Create a bulletin board near the entrance
- Copy over some journals with info about various animals
First come, first serve, Deimos will pick whatever’s leftover!
Sylvia has been skipped for this round but may join back in.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
