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The Last Supper - BARiTONES
[ All things considered, the room looks fairly comfy. Dark mahogany walls are decorated with wine red velvet curtains, and chaise lounges and deep-cushioned chairs in matching upholstery arrange themselves in front of a large plasma TV screen that can receive input from any idol's smartphone, though it cannot be changed from the current screen.
A hallway attaches to the room, branching off into two hallways. In the inner hallway, there's a kitchenette—it holds no food in either the fridge or the cupboards, but perhaps as an insult the fridge door's inside shelf holds a gold-framed painting of split pomegranates with seeds artistically spilling onto the ground. At least it's not entirely useless as a room—there are any number of melee weapons in the cupboards and shelves, each weapon's handle furnished with decorative snakes in the unit's color.
Past the kitchen is a modest bathroom that nevertheless uses the majority of its space for its bath and shower, including various skin and hair care products (though no electric plugs, despite the presence of hair dryers), sparkly bath bombs, and a seemingly endless number of wine red towels and bathrobes. Across the bathroom is what seems to be a luxurious sleeping room, somehow large enough to hold as many beds as needed for the unit; the sheets are similarly wine red with what feels like a million thread count, and the mattresses and pillows might be made of the softest material in existence.
The outer hallway leads to the mud room, which leads toward the outside. ]
A hallway attaches to the room, branching off into two hallways. In the inner hallway, there's a kitchenette—it holds no food in either the fridge or the cupboards, but perhaps as an insult the fridge door's inside shelf holds a gold-framed painting of split pomegranates with seeds artistically spilling onto the ground. At least it's not entirely useless as a room—there are any number of melee weapons in the cupboards and shelves, each weapon's handle furnished with decorative snakes in the unit's color.
Past the kitchen is a modest bathroom that nevertheless uses the majority of its space for its bath and shower, including various skin and hair care products (though no electric plugs, despite the presence of hair dryers), sparkly bath bombs, and a seemingly endless number of wine red towels and bathrobes. Across the bathroom is what seems to be a luxurious sleeping room, somehow large enough to hold as many beds as needed for the unit; the sheets are similarly wine red with what feels like a million thread count, and the mattresses and pillows might be made of the softest material in existence.
The outer hallway leads to the mud room, which leads toward the outside. ]
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Maaaaaaaaaaaybe not Nem, at least this round.
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[Assuming they're still here. But she'll leave to grab a scythe from the available weapons and test its balance and spin it about her body.]
Hm. Not bad.
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[ he quirks his head, watching. ] You've used one before?
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I'm assuming, anyway. I only have childhood memories, for however long those lasted in the first place, but I don't know if that would ever change.
[She does wonder, after all, she does not yet know the whole of her life, and yet...]
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[She looks mildly surprised at the offer, but smiles, kissing the top of his head.]
You're so sweet.
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Only for those who deserve it. [ gives her a lick. ]
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Fists and greaves with claws. I suppose I heavily favoured melee combat.
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I don't have a pair yet, actually, I was thinking my boyfriend might like to make me a set. He still needs to make me a scythe, but I've been gone a while so that's been stalled.
[She pouts]