[Nexus] Temples of Dalachrech I

[The Alexandrian]

Durant's not the smallest specimen of his species either. Probably not as heavy as his weight in steel, but the metallic insect certainly feels like it. Still, he is carried without resistance from anything but gravity, provided Eericka can adequately lift 85 or so pounds!

In any case, there were certainly some guns and sharp-edged things in Percy's trunk, if she were to be so bold. Durant doesn't look like he would need much protection, even from such dangerous predators as Heatmor, but one can never be too sure!

Durant curls up and begins to fall asleep, his tracheal system hissing loudly in a 'snore'.

[Percival's Quarters]

Eericka struggles a bit with the task of transporting Durant's weighty body to the bunk, but she'll manage since she's had experience moving heavy, injured people before. The grip and the technique vary, but bearing weight via the arms ends up feeling almost the same in every case.

Anyway, once Durant has been put to bed and begins to snore, Eericka can't help but shudder. Ugh! That sibilant hissing is sooo unnerving! It might fray her nerves entirely eventually, but she's sure she can find something else to divert her attention away from the shrill noise while Durant slumbers.

Her curiosity finally getting the better of her, Eericka crawls on over to Percival's chest and attempts to silently flip the lid open. The avid medical specialist cannot help but wonder what makes Percy tick and what he chose to do with his past. She hopes his personal chest will hold the answers she seeks, but she doesn't risk touching anything. She understands knives as tools and weapons from her internment at the slave warehouse, but guns...

She also listens intently for Percy's approach. With any luck, she'll be finished long before WATCH delays him no more.

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Underside Temple

"They won't try. They gain nothing from my death and lose quite a lot by it. Dalachrech curses those who slay His priests with parasites. As many as he can think of, in as many different combinations. If they're unlucky, He'll give them various parasite-carried diseases to them." That's usually true, but not always. Charynrae's confident that Dalachrech will do it for her. Charynrae's hands continue to wander, though they aren't just focussed on what's new about Sylvia. Instead they're headed towards more private territory.

[Underside Temple]

Regardless, if the drow were to make a move to consolidate their power over all of Underside and spread their religion to each and every individual, Sylvia will be ready for them. She has faith and confidence that she won't let them hurt Charynrae! Because they sound like they are not above committing honorless transgressions against anyone and everyone if it earns them dosh or garners them power in another form.

So if a storm starts a-brewing, Sylvia isn't bound to treat the enemy as an equal or even an animal by her warrior's creed.

But now's not the time for dwelling upon such grim thoughts.

Sylvia releases a high-pitched yip as she realizes what Charynrae is up to. Curtains likely follow, as that is what Charynrae seems most interested in at the moment.