01-26-2020, 05:28 AM
(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?
"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?"