Arwood had no clue what the rest of the group was talking about so turned and smiled reassuringly at the newcomer. “I understand how you feel, you are confused and thrust in a place you do not know, and as for the rest of us we are just as confused as you…so come….make yourself at home, and, if you do not mind my asking, what do you call yourself?”
"Ah, so those! How many of them do you want?" He started prepping.
"Four," She said quickly as she sat down on one of the chairs.
He started making four tacos. He had such rhythm, that you could make an lo-fi beat out of it.
"Here you go!" He made them, and they tasted and smelled good.
She takes the plate and smiled at him. "Thanks."
"No problem!" He smiled back, getting down some very fancy red wine and pouring himself a glass of it.
Azami sat up, awoken by the smell of food. She snatched a taco off of the plate, and jammed it into her mouth. The woman spit it out, shaking her head. "It doesn't taste like Sanji's food," she lamented, laying back down on the floor.
"I don't know who this Sanji is, but I don't think he's here…" Vozreal said to Azami, sipping his wine.
"That's the problem! He isn't here, and his food tastes the best!" Azami pouted, crossing her arms. "And neither is Lu! He must be worried! We just finished dinner, and now I'm gone! And he and I already lost Ace, and now he lost me, and-" The woman took a few deep breaths, rooting through her pockets until she found her journal. "Oh, thank god it's still here."
I understand how it feels to lose someone you're close to…"
Myra slid her book back onto the shelf, feeling confused. Was her real life supposed to be more interesting than a book? She leaned forward, not really sure she wanted to listen.
Just because i feel like it how about we have my baby girl boxer, 4'6 child and her ferret appear here. "Um what the heck?" she looked around beginning to wonder, her ferret on her shoulder.
He resumed humming, while drinking his bourgeoisie red wine.
Myra shrugged, "Well, lets get out of here." she went through the cabinets until she found a pair of scissors. "Do you think we could stab the drywall or something?"
He grabbed a knife and threw it at the dry wall. It bounced off. "Nope."
Usually when he threw things like knives they usually stick to dry wall
"That's not how you do it!" Azami fished a knife out of her bag, and stood up. She charged at the wall, and the knife stuck into the wall with a thud. "That's how it's done." The woman pulled the knife out of the wall, and started tearing at the drywall with her hands. "What's this wall even made of?"
When the wall was torn away, another wall, this time of concrete, was revealed. "Well, that was a bust."
Good grief…" the wall repaired itself
"Maybe the walls in a different room then?" she thought out loud, and started walking down the halls stabbing walls at random intervals.
And they kept repairing themselves
"yare yare…"
Korb observes the group, seemingly confused by the whole wall situation. “Why are you people…attacking the walls?” He couldn’t put together any sort of reason to do so.
"Trying to break the drywall, but its obviously not working." she sighed and went back to sit on the couch. "Looks like we're stuck. Who makes a house without windows?"
Maybe there is a reason there aren't any windows?"