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01-26-2015, 02:14 PM
Elsa
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
Well her little break for birthing children had ended. Work and life kept on moving, regardless of whether or not she needed a break. Taking the now trodden path back towards the land of the prisons, she didn't have much to do. So the uneventful walk eventually gave way to the halfway, awkwardly built room. Whatever it did, by the time she was done building, Elsa hoped she'd never have to take a trip into it.
The stone skeleton stood out against the lush foliage of spring. All the green... all the color... it made these cells look rather dank and ugly. Elsa crinkles her nose in disgust, hopefully Midas and Ghost were a little more apt to like them than she was. Speaking of which, she'd need Midas' help on this wall. Even though the sun she built for the Throat was rather small, it still took a great deal of energy. There was no way she could do this alone, and without Cashmere or another Mason stand in, Midas was the only one she could turn to. "Midas?" she calls out, hoping he is nearby. With her luck though, he was off somewhere on a trip and she'd have to postpone building until and even later date.
Hopefully he was here, because at this rate she'd never get around to finish this project. It was so huge and daunting that it was easy for Elsa to look at the life of lesser work. Not that she didn't appreciate medics or seers, but their life seemed a little less regimented. Not to mention, a lot more active when they were called to duty. In the back of her mind, she knew she couldn't leave this job though. It was practically what she was born to do. How could she ever walk away from something like this? It could only result in something bad.
Deciding to at least get some things started, she moved towards the hunk of rocks that was used to shape the walls. There began the creaking, quaking and breaking of stone. It wasn't a pleasant noise, but it was the sound of work. The Sleuths better thank her ass with a hell of present after this. They had access to two cells, and eventually this little room. Did they know how much of her life was spent here? Well, she'd make sure. If one even had the slightest audacity to complain about her work, she knew she'd be a loose firecracker. Based on past experiences, that wasn't the best situation ever.
[Elsa will be using her medium item, and @[Midas] will help to cover the rest of this wall if I am correct. ^^]
The stone skeleton stood out against the lush foliage of spring. All the green... all the color... it made these cells look rather dank and ugly. Elsa crinkles her nose in disgust, hopefully Midas and Ghost were a little more apt to like them than she was. Speaking of which, she'd need Midas' help on this wall. Even though the sun she built for the Throat was rather small, it still took a great deal of energy. There was no way she could do this alone, and without Cashmere or another Mason stand in, Midas was the only one she could turn to. "Midas?" she calls out, hoping he is nearby. With her luck though, he was off somewhere on a trip and she'd have to postpone building until and even later date.
Hopefully he was here, because at this rate she'd never get around to finish this project. It was so huge and daunting that it was easy for Elsa to look at the life of lesser work. Not that she didn't appreciate medics or seers, but their life seemed a little less regimented. Not to mention, a lot more active when they were called to duty. In the back of her mind, she knew she couldn't leave this job though. It was practically what she was born to do. How could she ever walk away from something like this? It could only result in something bad.
Deciding to at least get some things started, she moved towards the hunk of rocks that was used to shape the walls. There began the creaking, quaking and breaking of stone. It wasn't a pleasant noise, but it was the sound of work. The Sleuths better thank her ass with a hell of present after this. They had access to two cells, and eventually this little room. Did they know how much of her life was spent here? Well, she'd make sure. If one even had the slightest audacity to complain about her work, she knew she'd be a loose firecracker. Based on past experiences, that wasn't the best situation ever.
[Elsa will be using her medium item, and @[Midas] will help to cover the rest of this wall if I am correct. ^^]
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