DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
“Relationship drama,” was all they’d be able to drag out of him for the cause – not intending to unwind the interplays of bizarre happenings. It’d been enough to listen to it several times over in the year prior. “Both are still alive.” The Sword was indifferent to the whereabouts of Sunjata, and while he maintained a semblance of a distance with Hotaru now, they were still close. She was still striving onward, with enough on her plate. Nonchalant about Darkeye’s potential ire, especially since the moments had long since come and gone, Deimos had dealt with the consequences, repaired the broken bridges where he could, and solidified other means and measures in the interim, he maneuvered on, breaking apart the folds of the boxing ring and passing them over to Lilliane, per the older man’s suggestion. “Go ahead.”
Underneath though, they found some structural damage. There were enough signs of wear and tear, and not from fire, but from rotted proportions; where perhaps the humid air had been enough to seek out weakened portions. A few rats scurried out as well, squeaking along as the Sword sighed, because they’d have to be found again and removed too. Suddenly there was a lot more work ahead, and he eyed the system Lilliane was trying to set up. “We may have to replace the whole frame, with this mess.” His gaze went towards the timber he’d already set aside for other purposes, and begrudgingly marched over, beginning to measure out other ruminations.
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We’ve found a lot of structural damage underneath! You can either start measuring out the wood to replace everything with Deimos, or go after the rats!
Unite and spread the heart apart
