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revivalproject2023-04-22 05:13 pm
mutedsuspicions) wrote in revivalproject2023-04-22 05:13 pm
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WHO: Lerith and OPEN
WHERE: Diner!
WHAT: Come eat up because monsters!
WHEN: During the Monster attacks
WARNINGS: N/A
There were monsters outside. Something Lerith really hadn't seen since traveling Thedas after the sky was ripped open. Well, then it was sealed again, but there was talk of rifts still about the world.
Maybe that's what was happening here? All Lerith knew was that he was somewhat trapped in the diner. Why not make the best of it? Getting out and prepping ingredients, Lerith used his fire magic to see by and heat up things until he could make food. It... wasn't efficient and he'd take any help from someone, but for now, the elf was holding his own.
A fresh bowl of some sort of... what he hopes is vegetable soup gets set down on the counter, with his knuckles rapping for attention. His motions and signings are easier to do like this, but he'll still pick up the communicator to talk with others.
'Would you also like soup? Its easiest to make,' comes Jon's voice from the communicator.
WHERE: Diner!
WHAT: Come eat up because monsters!
WHEN: During the Monster attacks
WARNINGS: N/A
There were monsters outside. Something Lerith really hadn't seen since traveling Thedas after the sky was ripped open. Well, then it was sealed again, but there was talk of rifts still about the world.
Maybe that's what was happening here? All Lerith knew was that he was somewhat trapped in the diner. Why not make the best of it? Getting out and prepping ingredients, Lerith used his fire magic to see by and heat up things until he could make food. It... wasn't efficient and he'd take any help from someone, but for now, the elf was holding his own.
A fresh bowl of some sort of... what he hopes is vegetable soup gets set down on the counter, with his knuckles rapping for attention. His motions and signings are easier to do like this, but he'll still pick up the communicator to talk with others.
'Would you also like soup? Its easiest to make,' comes Jon's voice from the communicator.
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"Poison...? Oh, you mean with my arrows?" Omega frowns a bit. "I'm not sure it will work very well. My arrows aren't like the ones at the stalls they had here once. Here, I'll show you."
Shifting on the stool, she carefully unslings the compacted weapon from her back. It springs open with a tap of a switch, a magenta light beaming where 'strings' would be, and another shaft going through some kind of central mechanism where one would presumably nock an arrow. As she gives it a slight pull, the energy forms more of a head on the other end as it charges.