Re: The Grand Battle [Game on!]
07-12-2009, 06:57 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by fait.
Alcarith leaves the room and enters a dining room. She hears the voices of others talking in other rooms and some background noise, but she gives her attention to the detail of the dining rooms. There was an old table cloth on the table that looked pretty dusty. On the center was a candelabrum with three green candle sticks stuck in. The table was empty and four mahogany chairs were pushed underneath the table, one on each side. Underneath the table was an ornamental rug. It was dark red with gold and green lines making an intricate design. Nothing else could be seen of the rug directly underneath the table. On the wall connected to the kitchen was a portrait of an older gentleman wearing a monocle and sporting a mustache. He was balding on the top of his head. There were some drapes near the windows and the sun got part way through them, giving a low light. Alcarith opened the drapes and looked outside briefly at the endless sea of grass.
As if suddenly provoked to do so, Alcarith turns from the window, letting the drapes fully cover the window again, and checks for any passerby or followers. She saw no one. She looks at her pistol, then makes her Crimson Channel Claws appear briefly, then makes them disappear again. Alcarith walks into the living room, her Burgund Shard Pistol in her hand ready to use.
Alcarith leaves the room and enters a dining room. She hears the voices of others talking in other rooms and some background noise, but she gives her attention to the detail of the dining rooms. There was an old table cloth on the table that looked pretty dusty. On the center was a candelabrum with three green candle sticks stuck in. The table was empty and four mahogany chairs were pushed underneath the table, one on each side. Underneath the table was an ornamental rug. It was dark red with gold and green lines making an intricate design. Nothing else could be seen of the rug directly underneath the table. On the wall connected to the kitchen was a portrait of an older gentleman wearing a monocle and sporting a mustache. He was balding on the top of his head. There were some drapes near the windows and the sun got part way through them, giving a low light. Alcarith opened the drapes and looked outside briefly at the endless sea of grass.
As if suddenly provoked to do so, Alcarith turns from the window, letting the drapes fully cover the window again, and checks for any passerby or followers. She saw no one. She looks at her pistol, then makes her Crimson Channel Claws appear briefly, then makes them disappear again. Alcarith walks into the living room, her Burgund Shard Pistol in her hand ready to use.