The climb up the rickety wooden rope ladder to breach the surface proved quite disappointing. As Cricket pushed open the thick layer of bark that served as a door in an old, rotting stump, which led into the underground network of tunnels carved out by his cult, he was a bit saddened to find nobody at the entrance.
"Hmm. Mayhaps it was the wind? Or mayhaps it was a sssssquirrel."
Closing the makeshift door behind him, Cricket descended back into the cult grounds.
"Hmm. Mayhaps it was the wind? Or mayhaps it was a sssssquirrel."
Closing the makeshift door behind him, Cricket descended back into the cult grounds.
" one sec!" From behind the door would be a series of noises ranging in pitch. Betor3 somthing like glass had shattered, followed by a quiet swear. Opening the door she would pause in her tracks, behind her a mess of an apartment. Her eyes gave the other a once over, the hairs on the back of her neck stood before the door was slammed into the others face.
' NAH BEGONE FOUL DEMON! I HAVE A BOTTLE OF HOLY WATER AND uhhh A SPATULA! "
' NAH BEGONE FOUL DEMON! I HAVE A BOTTLE OF HOLY WATER AND uhhh A SPATULA! "
He pulled the hangar doors open and he called back to the other Wreckers "Guys, there's another fleshie at the door. I'm gonna let it in"
He looked at Monique and gestured for her to follow "come on in."
He looked at Monique and gestured for her to follow "come on in."
"...It ought to be good, if you're outside my door."
Sliding open his door, hair a tossed mess, a can of redbull in hand he gave the other a quick once over. " Nope." Before shutting the door in the others face.
" That better be my pizza delivery, then are already twenty mintues late."
Throwing open the door, the mocha skinned girl would eye the other up and down, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.
Reaching behind the door to pick up her smith&Wesson keeping it out of sight.
" you sure don't look like the pizza delivery guy...so unless you have food get going."
Throwing open the door, the mocha skinned girl would eye the other up and down, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.
Reaching behind the door to pick up her smith&Wesson keeping it out of sight.
" you sure don't look like the pizza delivery guy...so unless you have food get going."
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