(11-26-2019, 01:25 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote:

(11-20-2019, 11:56 AM)achroma Wrote: ”Lets see, Lets...” Feizel would trail off for a moment, aimlessly walking for a few moments before deciding. “I Do own a defunct theatre that we could visit. I’m sure that I haven’t been gone long enough for the fridge to spoil. How does that sound?

For some reason or another.  Wrynn is starting to look giddy, a little bounce to his step as he climbs the side of the metal horse by way of the three rung rope ladder on it's side.  Settling on it's back as he lets it begin following Feizel on it's own.  "Almost anything works."

(11-28-2019, 12:16 PM)achroma Wrote:

(11-26-2019, 01:25 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: For some reason or another.  Wrynn is starting to look giddy, a little bounce to his step as he climbs the side of the metal horse by way of the three rung rope ladder on it's side.  Settling on it's back as he lets it begin following Feizel on it's own.  "Almost anything works."

After a small Trek, Feizel would arrive at the entrance of a run down theatre. It was one of those buildings that if you passed by, you most likely wouldn’t have noticed that it even existed, nestled away in some obscure location on a back road
“Do mind the leaks if any do exist. Last time I was here, some unsavory things happened. But that should be all cleared out now”

(12-10-2019, 02:42 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote:

(11-28-2019, 12:16 PM)achroma Wrote: After a small Trek, Feizel would arrive at the entrance of a run down theatre. It was one of those buildings that if you passed by, you most likely wouldn’t have noticed that it even existed, nestled away in some obscure location on a back road
“Do mind the leaks if any do exist. Last time I was here, some unsavory things happened. But that should be all cleared out now”

//Sorry about disappearing for a bit.  ...  Things came up.

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There was a moment of silence as Wrynn just looked up at the building.  "Cool."

The patter of small feet landing on the ground.  he pocketed the controller and moved towards the building without even the slightest bit of hesitation.  Perhaps talking about what had happened wasn't the best option.  Too late now though.  And whether the door was locked or not, without a second thought Wrynn fiddled with the door and pushed it open to step inside.  Without waiting for it to be unlocked.  Though as a side effect the door handle suddenly thuds on the ground..  Wrynn prickled slightly as he turned around.  "Oopz...  Sorry!"

(12-11-2019, 11:16 PM)achroma Wrote:

(12-10-2019, 02:42 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: //Sorry about disappearing for a bit.  ...  Things came up.

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There was a moment of silence as Wrynn just looked up at the building.  "Cool."

The patter of small feet landing on the ground.  he pocketed the controller and moved towards the building without even the slightest bit of hesitation.  Perhaps talking about what had happened wasn't the best option.  Too late now though.  And whether the door was locked or not, without a second thought Wrynn fiddled with the door and pushed it open to step inside.  Without waiting for it to be unlocked.  Though as a side effect the door handle suddenly thuds on the ground..  Wrynn prickled slightly as he turned around.  "Oopz...  Sorry!"

Feizel would start blankly at where the door handle should be for a few moments, before drifting his gaze down to the brazen handle resting on the ground, looking back over to Wrynn with a small flicker of confusion, momentarily reaching down to grab the handle
”Was... the handle weak of did you... tear it off? It’s not every day my guests remove door handles”

(12-12-2019, 10:46 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote:

(12-11-2019, 11:16 PM)achroma Wrote: Feizel would start blankly at where the door handle should be for a few moments, before drifting his gaze down to the brazen handle resting on the ground, looking back over to Wrynn with a small flicker of confusion, momentarily reaching down to grab the handle
”Was... the handle weak of did you... tear it off? It’s not every day my guests remove door handles”

"No, it's okay.  Door was locked so I opened it.  Opened it the wrong way though, should have probably waited for you to open it.  It isn't broken, juzt...  Apart, zorry."

He holds up a small screw and a tiny hard-light adapted multitool that was hidden in his smaller secondary right arm's grasp. 

"I'll fizx it.  I promiz."

(12-12-2019, 11:51 AM)achroma Wrote:

(12-12-2019, 10:46 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: "No, it's okay.  Door was locked so I opened it.  Opened it the wrong way though, should have probably waited for you to open it.  It isn't broken, juzt...  Apart, zorry."

He holds up a small screw and a tiny hard-light adapted multitool that was hidden in his smaller secondary right arm's grasp. 

"I'll fizx it.  I promiz."

Feizel would give a quiet nod of approval as he produced an appropriate tool and screw, taking the initiative to offer up the handle for the repairs. There was a faint scowl plastered across his visage, but the appreciation for the gesture of fixing the door did not go unnoticed.
“I have no doubt that it will not get repaired. It’s just a matter of time

(12-12-2019, 04:43 PM)Lost Rinoah Wrote:

(12-12-2019, 11:51 AM)achroma Wrote: Feizel would give a quiet nod of approval as he produced an appropriate tool and screw, taking the initiative to offer up the handle for the repairs. There was a faint scowl plastered across his visage, but the appreciation for the gesture of fixing the door did not go unnoticed.
“I have no doubt that it will not get repaired. It’s just a matter of time

Taking the doorhandle he placed it back where it had been, though his shortness made it slightly uncomfortable to do so.  A soft rotation of it let out a soft metal pop before he used the tool to replace the screw.  A soft pull to check and it was back on the door like it had been before.  "See?  It's alright."


The door was still open, though back to it's original condition at least.

(12-13-2019, 01:24 AM)achroma Wrote:

(12-12-2019, 04:43 PM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: Taking the door handle he placed it back where it had been, though his shortness made it slightly uncomfortable to do so.  A soft rotation of it let out a soft metal pop before he used the tool to replace the screw.  A soft pull to check and it was back on the door like it had been before.  "See?  It's alright."


The door was still open, though back to it's original condition at least.

Feizel would give the handle a reassuring tug, just to be certain that everything was back to standards. He would produce a bronze key from one of his several pockets, fumbling with it momentarily before unlocking the door, placing a hand on the handle, and pausing
“Please don’t mind the mess, if there is one that is.”

(12-17-2019, 04:36 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote:

(12-13-2019, 01:24 AM)achroma Wrote: Feizel would give the handle a reassuring tug, just to be certain that everything was back to standards. He would produce a bronze key from one of his several pockets, fumbling with it momentarily before unlocking the door, placing a hand on the handle, and pausing
“Please don’t mind the mess, if there is one that is.”

Wrynn shrugged, before glancing about and staring down a bit apologetically.  The multitool once more hidden on his person.  A soft silence pervaded the street in front of the teatre, pushed on by the occasional whispering of the wind.  The door creaked uncomfortably the moment it was opened more than a good foot from it's frame.  But it opened.  Letting enough room that wrynn shuffled inside rather quickly.  Already fiddling a bit with his mask, or helmet.  whichever one might be considered more appropriate.  The field of warmth softening and receding as the cold began to encroach closer to wrynn.  What sounds like a lengthy metallic sigh being released as the warmth entirely fades then, ushering in more cold.

(12-20-2019, 12:00 PM)achroma Wrote:

(12-17-2019, 04:36 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: Wrynn shrugged, before glancing about and staring down a bit apologetically.  The multitool once more hidden on his person.  A soft silence pervaded the street in front of the teatre, pushed on by the occasional whispering of the wind.  The door creaked uncomfortably the moment it was opened more than a good foot from it's frame.  But it opened.  Letting enough room that wrynn shuffled inside rather quickly.  Already fiddling a bit with his mask, or helmet.  whichever one might be considered more appropriate.  The field of warmth softening and receding as the cold began to encroach closer to wrynn.  What sounds like a lengthy metallic sigh being released as the warmth entirely fades then, ushering in more cold.

Feizel would sidestep through the slim opening of the door, closing the door rather quickly behind himself. The building was no worse for wear from the last exploits that had transpired beforehand, for the exception of the marks of a few occasional loots who seduces to use a window instead of a door. The building was rather cozy in its temperature, which was accompanied by the faint hiss of a radiator. Ominously, the door to the only theatre would shift with the cool breeze from the recently closed door

“Make yourself at home my fair weather friend. You may treat yourself to any amendities that’s avalible. Drinks are on the house if you can find them

(12-21-2019, 07:23 PM)Lost Rinoah Wrote:

(12-20-2019, 12:00 PM)achroma Wrote: Feizel would sidestep through the slim opening of the door, closing the door rather quickly behind himself. The building was no worse for wear from the last exploits that had transpired beforehand, for the exception of the marks of a few occasional loots who seduces to use a window instead of a door. The building was rather cozy in its temperature, which was accompanied by the faint hiss of a radiator. Ominously, the door to the only theatre would shift with the cool breeze from the recently closed door

“Make yourself at home my fair weather friend. You may treat yourself to any amendities that’s avalible. Drinks are on the house if you can find them

Before Feizel could completely finish his sentance, Wrynn had already disappeared from sight.  A soft padding of footsteps that quickly faded to lonely silence, until a creak of the flooring gave away wrynn's position once more.  It seemed for the moment, he was just exploring. he came upon an odd sight though.  several books littering the floor, several with broad cuts through their covers, and a large wedge out of a bookshelf.  Wrynn stood and stared at it for a bit before turning around to look at the door to the back.  there were books and papers scattered about haphazardly, and through the open door, there were visible several piles of stacked books, and a circular scorch mark on the floor.  it caught his curiosity as he peaked through the door.  Some sort of shapely round scorch mark on the floor, with a small pile of bright white sand settled at the center, several particulares amongst the sand glowing with an unnaturally bright white as well, though it didn't seem to cast much if any light around it.  At the top of the pile of sand sits a small figurine, an odd figurine that looks like a spiny cat, made of jade by all appearances.  the sight just leaves wrynn standing there, pondering what may have actually happened that the fellow Feizel had talked about.  Then he moved on without any fanfare at all, avoiding touching anything after what happened with the door.  He came upon a kitchenet and quickly dove into action searching through what storage there was.  Not a word he spoke this entire time, as he'd left Feizel behind and was not want to yell across the theater.

(12-28-2019, 05:26 AM)achroma Wrote:

(12-21-2019, 07:23 PM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: Before Feizel could completely finish his sentance, Wrynn had already disappeared from sight.  A soft padding of footsteps that quickly faded to lonely silence, until a creak of the flooring gave away wrynn's position once more.  It seemed for the moment, he was just exploring. he came upon an odd sight though.  several books littering the floor, several with broad cuts through their covers, and a large wedge out of a bookshelf.  Wrynn stood and stared at it for a bit before turning around to look at the door to the back.  there were books and papers scattered about haphazardly, and through the open door, there were visible several piles of stacked books, and a circular scorch mark on the floor.  it caught his curiosity as he peaked through the door.  Some sort of shapely round scorch mark on the floor, with a small pile of bright white sand settled at the center, several particulares amongst the sand glowing with an unnaturally bright white as well, though it didn't seem to cast much if any light around it.  At the top of the pile of sand sits a small figurine, an odd figurine that looks like a spiny cat, made of jade by all appearances.  the sight just leaves wrynn standing there, pondering what may have actually happened that the fellow Feizel had talked about.  Then he moved on without any fanfare at all, avoiding touching anything after what happened with the door.  He came upon a kitchenet and quickly dove into action searching through what storage there was.  Not a word he spoke this entire time, as he'd left Feizel behind and was not want to yell across the theater.

Feizel would cross his arms and watch Wrynn trot off into the depths of the theatre, quite surprised by their eagerness to explore. As Wrynn was about to leave his sight, Feizel began to presue out of a protective nature for his theatre. He knew what he could do to a door handle. Feizel would eventually settle upon the wreckage of his oh so treasurerd texts, crouching down to run a finger on the scorch mark to sample the ash. His sight would soon sweep around the piles of sand and onto the jade figure. He knew instantly what the figurines likeness was of. Sandrise. As for Wrynn’s crusade into the pantry, he would find a slew of rusty jars and cans filled with preserved fruits amd vegetables of varying ages

(12-31-2019, 08:24 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote:

(12-28-2019, 05:26 AM)achroma Wrote: Feizel would cross his arms and watch Wrynn trot off into the depths of the theatre, quite surprised by their eagerness to explore. As Wrynn was about to leave his sight, Feizel began to presue out of a protective nature for his theatre. He knew what he could do to a door handle. Feizel would eventually settle upon the wreckage of his oh so treasurerd texts, crouching down to run a finger on the scorch mark to sample the ash. His sight would soon sweep around the piles of sand and onto the jade figure. He knew instantly what the figurines likeness was of. Sandrise. As for Wrynn’s crusade into the pantry, he would find a slew of rusty jars and cans filled with preserved fruits amd vegetables of varying ages

Wrynn passed on by fruits and vegetables like useless things that escape his attention and are merely in his way.  Looking for meats and molds amongst it.  Even old moldy food would do, honestly.  Although he was trying not to make a mess of it all the same.  having to move so many heavy containers, coupled with his low to the ground point of view.  It didn't take him a moment before it was a mess, though he didn't break anything at the very least.  He'd merely created a severe lack of sorting.

(01-06-2020, 11:28 AM)achroma Wrote:

(12-31-2019, 08:24 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: Wrynn passed on by fruits and vegetables like useless things that escape his attention and are merely in his way.  Looking for meats and molds amongst it.  Even old moldy food would do, honestly.  Although he was trying not to make a mess of it all the same.  having to move so many heavy containers, coupled with his low to the ground point of view.  It didn't take him a moment before it was a mess, though he didn't break anything at the very least.  He'd merely created a severe lack of sorting.

Eventually, Wyrnn would find several rather dusty can of preserved meat within the depths of the pantry. He would however find no fungus, or at least not yet or intentionally. It was quite easy to tell wat was in the cans, as their content was written on the kid with ink. Feizel would pocket the Sandriss figurine, standing back up and resuming his search for his guest, simply fallowing the clatter of cans to find him

(01-11-2020, 05:56 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote:

(01-06-2020, 11:28 AM)achroma Wrote: Eventually, Wyrnn would find several rather dusty can of preserved meat within the depths of the pantry. He would however find no fungus, or at least not yet or intentionally. It was quite easy to tell wat was in the cans, as their content was written on the kid with ink. Feizel would pocket the Sandriss figurine, standing back up and resuming his search for his guest, simply fallowing the clatter of cans to find him

There was a moment of silence as wrynn finally found a mark.  Followed by a slightly louder clattering as he pushed everything roughly back in.  Holding up the can as he padded out with the prize.  a can of unknowable supposedly meat that was old, rusty, and seemingly forgotten.  Things were unordered, but whose to say they hadn't already been that way?  Feizel...  Wrynn looked up, face blanking, he'd forgotten for a moment where he was, then he realized he was still wearing his mask.  Pulling it of and sliding it down to hang at his side now, as he let down the protective hood of cloth that had been about the back of his head.  He looked back at the loose assortment of cans pushed back into their place in a loosely spread array completely unsorted.  Looked back at feizel, gave up and just stared at the can in his hands again as he silently played with the rust on it, causing some of it to split off, dust settling onto the floor thinly.  He held the can down, as his smaller arms grabbed it and held it while he began to fiddle with the cloth wrapped about his small hands, unraveling it as small rather sharp claws came into view from below it.  without even asking about it, the metal can was penetrated,  as he started to make a bunch of holes around the edge of the can, already thoughtlessly focusing in on what he was doing now.  Forgetting Feizel was even present.

(01-24-2020, 10:53 AM)achroma Wrote:

(01-11-2020, 05:56 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: There was a moment of silence as wrynn finally found a mark.  Followed by a slightly louder clattering as he pushed everything roughly back in.  Holding up the can as he padded out with the prize.  a can of unknowable supposedly meat that was old, rusty, and seemingly forgotten.  Things were unordered, but whose to say they hadn't already been that way?  Feizel...  Wrynn looked up, face blanking, he'd forgotten for a moment where he was, then he realized he was still wearing his mask.  Pulling it of and sliding it down to hang at his side now, as he let down the protective hood of cloth that had been about the back of his head.  He looked back at the loose assortment of cans pushed back into their place in a loosely spread array completely unsorted.  Looked back at feizel, gave up and just stared at the can in his hands again as he silently played with the rust on it, causing some of it to split off, dust settling onto the floor thinly.  He held the can down, as his smaller arms grabbed it and held it while he began to fiddle with the cloth wrapped about his small hands, unraveling it as small rather sharp claws came into view from below it.  without even asking about it, the metal can was penetrated,  as he started to make a bunch of holes around the edge of the can, already thoughtlessly focusing in on what he was doing now.  Forgetting Feizel was even present.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would bet that you haven’t eaten in quite some time” Feizel would say with a sigh as he watched Wyrnn make quick work of the Can. He didn’t particularly care thst the cans were disorganised, as chances were, he wasn’t going to crack them open. He couldn’t remember how they got there which was one issue upon itself. Maybe he bought them? Maybe they were left behind by the previous owner of the theatre. Who knew?

(01-26-2020, 05:28 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote:

(01-24-2020, 10:53 AM)achroma Wrote: “If I didn’t know any better, I would bet that you haven’t eaten in quite some time” Feizel would say with a sigh as he watched Wyrnn make quick work of the Can. He didn’t particularly care thst the cans were disorganised, as chances were, he wasn’t going to crack them open. He couldn’t remember how they got there which was one issue upon itself. Maybe he bought them? Maybe they were left behind by the previous owner of the theatre. Who knew?

"Four days."  was tossed up to the quiet air of the room.  As Wrynn absent mindedly spoke while he focused.  a number of metallic pops later and he had the top off.  A slightly unpleasant scent filed up and out, but meaty nonetheless, as he folded the top of the can a few times until he had the rough shape of a small spoon and ate it straight out.  He finally looked back up to feizel and then around.  Seeming to pay more attention to his surroundings again.  he stops eating, letting his mouth clear for a few seconds before he speaks quietly.  "So..  Why does it look like something exploded in here after someone took a sword to some books?"

(02-14-2020, 11:02 AM)achroma Wrote:

(01-26-2020, 05:28 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: "Four days."  was tossed up to the quiet air of the room.  As Wrynn absent mindedly spoke while he focused.  a number of metallic pops later and he had the top off.  A slightly unpleasant scent filed up and out, but meaty nonetheless, as he folded the top of the can a few times until he had the rough shape of a small spoon and ate it straight out.  He finally looked back up to feizel and then around.  Seeming to pay more attention to his surroundings again.  he stops eating, letting his mouth clear for a few seconds before he speaks quietly.  "So..  Why does it look like something exploded in here after someone took a sword to some books?"

“In all honestly, there’s a good chance that something like that actually happened... as you probably know my hungry friend, the Arcane arts can be fickle, and this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve heard of someone exploding becusse of such things. Though I suspect that a “Friend” of mine was here, and no doubt is potential whatching me from somewhere. It seems that they were looking for something, and the cuttings of the books seems deliberate. It was likely for an incantation or summoning of a familiar” Feizel would say all in one breath, breathing deeply before speaking again “Riddle me this. Why haven’t you eaten in so long?”

(02-18-2020, 01:08 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote:

(02-14-2020, 11:02 AM)achroma Wrote: “In all honestly, there’s a good chance that something like that actually happened... as you probably know my hungry friend, the Arcane arts can be fickle, and this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve heard of someone exploding becusse of such things. Though I suspect that a “Friend” of mine was here, and no doubt is potential whatching me from somewhere. It seems that they were looking for something, and the cuttings of the books seems deliberate. It was likely for an incantation or summoning of a familiar” Feizel would say all in one breath, breathing deeply before speaking again “Riddle me this. Why haven’t you eaten in so long?”

//do you remember what happened when Austin snuck into your theater?  Implications are there, since apparently feizel hasn't been back  in a while(since then)

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"I usually get in trouble with the guards if I go longer without eating.  Sso i'm supposed to eat more often."  Sometime while feizel had been speaking Wrynn managed to finish the can already, and settled  the folded top of the can into the can itself.  His eyes visually unfocus a bit as he'd finished, and he started to look sluggish and tired.  He stays on his feet though.  "Is there trash?"  He doesn't turn or look around as he asked this.  And begins to look like he's gonna fall asleep standing up.

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Sa'Nadil puts away the rag, having already finished scrubbing the floor as she stood again.  Okay.  So, the wards were recharged and elemental cores replaced, the scorch marks were cleaned.  Even the shelves were sorted.  But she still felt like she was missing something.  Always forgetting something.  Always missing the one thing that would change everything.  She thought for bit more trying to figure out what she forgot.  then shrugged, finding it possible.  It wasn't in the log.  She'd even double checked that.  Oh well.  "Must not be important." Even though she was fully aware that is was probably very much important.  The odd avali pocketed the items she'd prepared to bring with, walked over to an inset in the wall.  And slid down a small panel, touching a small shape on the wall.  It slowly glowed until a flash of blue light enveloped her.  She disappeared from her store as the tile slid back closed and the room darkened instantly. 

The Theater flashed with the most momentary of white lights before a loud curse echoed about in plain english, a feminine voice unfamiliar.  "Shit!"  Followed by a thud, and the sound of several smaller thuds following after, and the flutter of pages.

(02-20-2020, 01:56 PM)achroma Wrote:

(02-18-2020, 01:08 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: //do you remember what happened when Austin snuck into your theater?  Implications are there, since apparently feizel hasn't been back  in a while(since then)

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"I usually get in trouble with the guards if I go longer without eating.  Sso i'm supposed to eat more often."  Sometime while feizel had been speaking Wrynn managed to finish the can already, and settled  the folded top of the can into the can itself.  His eyes visually unfocus a bit as he'd finished, and he started to look sluggish and tired.  He stays on his feet though.  "Is there trash?"  He doesn't turn or look around as he asked this.  And begins to look like he's gonna fall asleep standing up.

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Sa'Nadil puts away the rag, having already finished scrubbing the floor as she stood again.  Okay.  So, the wards were recharged and elemental cores replaced, the scorch marks were cleaned.  Even the shelves were sorted.  But she still felt like she was missing something.  Always forgetting something.  Always missing the one thing that would change everything.  She thought for bit more trying to figure out what she forgot.  then shrugged, finding it possible.  It wasn't in the log.  She'd even double checked that.  Oh well.  "Must not be important." Even though she was fully aware that is was probably very much important.  The odd avali pocketed the items she'd prepared to bring with, walked over to an inset in the wall.  And slid down a small panel, touching a small shape on the wall.  It slowly glowed until a flash of blue light enveloped her.  She disappeared from her store as the tile slid back closed and the room darkened instantly. 

The Theater flashed with the most momentary of white lights before a loud curse echoed about in plain english, a feminine voice unfamiliar.  "Shit!"  Followed by a thud, and the sound of several smaller thuds following after, and the flutter of pages.

“Just leave the Can on the counter, I’ll cash in the deposit later. Along with eating more often, you should sleep too. You look absolutely exhaust-“
Feizel would momentarily freeze as the flash of blinding light suddenly erupted, continuing with a sigh
“-ed. It would appear that we either have company, or He is still here. Either way, someone is going to learn a lesson on home intrusion, particularly not to intrude on my home”