Deimos
“And that is better than nothing,” he smirked; though there was another comment he could’ve made about at least it was not Neron, but he was certain that probably wouldn’t have made Sah feel better. Moving another chair, he studied the room arrangement, then shrugged, moving over to the cabinets, beginning to peel away the fabric stored in there as well, uncovering the world they’d had to leave behind, bit by bit.
He wandered over to the bulletin board too, taking away the wrappings and trappings, revealing the last papers stuck there with some sort of nostalgic grin workings it way along his features. All the while he listened; Remi’s feathers being a point of interest, Noah discussing things with the Lullaby (which would probably go better than most of them doing the same), and the addendums to the cause. “If he is allowing the Ascended to bite him…,” and he trailed off with another shrug; because the Sword couldn’t be certain. While he was amongst those who wouldn’t offer much of anything to them (unless it was Kiada, and then it had been his compassion, weaponry, and safety), he wasn't sure about Remi's particulars.
Talk of the children (still bizarre, and he wasn’t apologetic about it), had his smile drawn in some manner of confusion again – wondering about boundaries instilled and expected. “Charming,” came along flatly.
Dusting his hands off from taking down the old documents, but leaving them aside for future perusal, the General and guildmaster ascertained the next pursuit, eyes drifting towards the stairs, and then upwards. “We should probably tackle the library.”
He wandered over to the bulletin board too, taking away the wrappings and trappings, revealing the last papers stuck there with some sort of nostalgic grin workings it way along his features. All the while he listened; Remi’s feathers being a point of interest, Noah discussing things with the Lullaby (which would probably go better than most of them doing the same), and the addendums to the cause. “If he is allowing the Ascended to bite him…,” and he trailed off with another shrug; because the Sword couldn’t be certain. While he was amongst those who wouldn’t offer much of anything to them (unless it was Kiada, and then it had been his compassion, weaponry, and safety), he wasn't sure about Remi's particulars.
Talk of the children (still bizarre, and he wasn’t apologetic about it), had his smile drawn in some manner of confusion again – wondering about boundaries instilled and expected. “Charming,” came along flatly.
Dusting his hands off from taking down the old documents, but leaving them aside for future perusal, the General and guildmaster ascertained the next pursuit, eyes drifting towards the stairs, and then upwards. “We should probably tackle the library.”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
