DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Deimos had yet to meet his quota for long-suffering sighs that day, but it was swiftly becoming the constant reaction. He watched with an arch of his brow (honestly – the whole scene would’ve been amusing if harm hadn’t come to the courier; as of right now it was becoming difficult to stifle the laughter), as Sah pried the dinosaur off (working together??), and Tal swiftly kicked it away.
It went sailing due to its light weight, and had just enough time to try and gather its wits (were there any?), before the Sword, with his excellent range of control, also set this one on fire.
It melted into a puddle on the floor; as if it had never been there at all.
Save for the evidence that it had – and while the damage was minor, it was enough to cause another furrowing of his brow; and the notions that a headache was incoming.
Before that though, his attention went to Talyson. “All right?” Uncertain if he’d need Zuriel’s healing prowess, something a short summoning could instill within a moment.
Thereafter, his gaze went towards the little myriad paths, the broken glass, several overturned tables, and paperwork in shambles. “Well, we can clean this place up. Should not take long.”
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Pick another task! No post order! Deimos will take whatever’s left.
- Help repair the broken windows (Deimos can supply the glass)
- Right the furniture
- Help replace the paperwork
It went sailing due to its light weight, and had just enough time to try and gather its wits (were there any?), before the Sword, with his excellent range of control, also set this one on fire.
It melted into a puddle on the floor; as if it had never been there at all.
Save for the evidence that it had – and while the damage was minor, it was enough to cause another furrowing of his brow; and the notions that a headache was incoming.
Before that though, his attention went to Talyson. “All right?” Uncertain if he’d need Zuriel’s healing prowess, something a short summoning could instill within a moment.
Thereafter, his gaze went towards the little myriad paths, the broken glass, several overturned tables, and paperwork in shambles. “Well, we can clean this place up. Should not take long.”
--
Pick another task! No post order! Deimos will take whatever’s left.
- Help repair the broken windows (Deimos can supply the glass)
- Right the furniture
- Help replace the paperwork
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
