12-20-2019, 12:00 PM
(12-17-2019, 04:36 AM)Lost Rinoah 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(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.
“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