Kotal picks up an old, wooden chest, taking a moment to admire the floral motif carved into it.
"It seems a shame that such beautiful craftsmanship has been left here to do nothing but gather dust."
Papyrus snorts derisively as Kotal sets it down near the fireplace.
"IT CAN'T HAVE BEEN ANY GOOD IF THEY JUST LEFT IT BEHIND, CAN IT?"
The skeleton hauls a cobweb covered chair to the fireplace, setting it down a bit hastily as a fresh peal of thunder shakes the house. As if to cover up his moment of weakness, he summons an oversized femur in his hands and uses it like a club to break up the furniture.
"We do not think the owners left..."
Ermac seems to be watching something in the darkness of the next room. It's subtle, but his posture has shifted into a kind of tensed readiness, as if he were preparing to pounce on some small, unwary animal.
"Spirits?"
"We can sense one, perhaps two nearby. There may be more."
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Date: 2016-08-23 04:11 am (UTC)"It seems a shame that such beautiful craftsmanship has been left here to do nothing but gather dust."
Papyrus snorts derisively as Kotal sets it down near the fireplace.
"IT CAN'T HAVE BEEN ANY GOOD IF THEY JUST LEFT IT BEHIND, CAN IT?"
The skeleton hauls a cobweb covered chair to the fireplace, setting it down a bit hastily as a fresh peal of thunder shakes the house. As if to cover up his moment of weakness, he summons an oversized femur in his hands and uses it like a club to break up the furniture.
"We do not think the owners left..."
Ermac seems to be watching something in the darkness of the next room. It's subtle, but his posture has shifted into a kind of tensed readiness, as if he were preparing to pounce on some small, unwary animal.
"Spirits?"
"We can sense one, perhaps two nearby. There may be more."