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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 9:37 pm
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Beel had done exactly what he promised; they wound their way through Court, ignored the probing eyes of the fetches shuffling around the open halls, and eventually found their way to the more dreary and dusty corridors of the place. Or maybe dusty was the wrong word... everything in Court was spotless, after all, but it was entirely obvious that these halls were largely unoccupied. "Here, this one." Beel led the both of them to a door, "I don't know what you'll find on the other side, but this domain feels relatively stable for the moment. Don't dawdle."
Shiloh nodded, "Yeah, yeah. We're not gonna get killed."
Beel gave him a pointed look, "That would be very unwise, given your position."
Beel left shortly there after, leaving Shiloh alone with Preacher. The Noble put his hand on the handle and noted how it refused to budge at first, but hey, we were talking about a literal key here. A few more jostles and the door eventually opened, but the space inside wasn't nearly as grand or amazing as Shiloh's domain. That was to say, the space seemed like it was being used as storage, and the room was stacked to the ceiling with arbitrary stuff.
"I guess we're literally diving." Shiloh said. Where the hell did you even begin with this sort of stuff?
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2017 6:01 pm
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"So basically, yeah." Shiloh looked over at her, still remembering the hands. Hey, if she could throw punches with them and fight with the best of them, then he wasn't going to doubt her 'touch this, touch that' ability. "I guess if there's anything that sticks out to you. The idea of an everlasting flame seems like it could cover our purification base..." He mulled it over for a little bit.
"...don't they have like, candles and stuff that ward off insects and s**t? Maybe if you could mold the flame in a way like that... it'd... be sort of making a protective barrier?" It was a stretch and his wording was messy as hell. "I dunno what exactly you'd be warding against, but maybe something like that?"
He fished around in a precarious looking pile, only to lose his just-begun game of Court jenga. A removed book caused the tower to waver, and suddenly Shiloh had been buried alive. He'd be alright.
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2017 7:19 pm
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"I'd be real concerned if you burned yourself that bad." He said as he held the spoon out for observation. The banter might have been aggressive, but Shiloh seemed to be pretty fond of it all things considered; it was fun, even if it bordered on too-far sometimes, "Anyway, check it out."
"This whole cabinet is full of s**t, it's like an entire dining set." He peeked back in, marveling at the serving utensils and bowls and plates... "We could prolly carve some of these into something else if we really want, but uh." He looked over again, "I draw, I don't sculpt."
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