12-28-2019, 05:26 AM
(12-21-2019, 07:23 PM)Lost Rinoah 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(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.