[Positioned outside a gate, Dust leans against the wall with his arms folded, fingers idly tapping out a random beat on the sleeves of his shirt. He looks like he's lazing, but his reaction times are quick enough that no one need fear that any threat coming through the gate will be met.]
What do we worry will come through these gates anyway? [That isn't a snippy question; he genuinely wants to know the answer.]
Event Preparation
Argh!
[This is the forewarning those below him get before a feather duster tumbles out of the rafters, trailing a faint poof of dust as Dust's outstretched hand misses his grab. From his perch up on one of the broader beams, he winces and looks away slightly, not willing to see what havoc its fall has caused.]
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[Positioned outside a gate, Dust leans against the wall with his arms folded, fingers idly tapping out a random beat on the sleeves of his shirt. He looks like he's lazing, but his reaction times are quick enough that no one need fear that any threat coming through the gate will be met.]
What do we worry will come through these gates anyway? [That isn't a snippy question; he genuinely wants to know the answer.]
Event Preparation
Argh!
[This is the forewarning those below him get before a feather duster tumbles out of the rafters, trailing a faint poof of dust as Dust's outstretched hand misses his grab. From his perch up on one of the broader beams, he winces and looks away slightly, not willing to see what havoc its fall has caused.]
Sorry...