12-21-2019, 07:23 PM
(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
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.