▓ Martini 14 ▓ // Alas poor Yorick I knew him well! [In Person]

[suck_it_up_guy]

[Upon seeing the Manor's state Wallace couldn't help but turn his nose up, shuffling through his things and trying to sweep the dust from it. The martini cabinet Eddie fixed for him is full of probably very stale booze, which leaves Wallace more than a little annoyed. Sighing he opens his window and then starts beating the dust from his pillow. It'

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[ofuckitskimblee]

[[Kimblee's sure he just heard a large amount of swearing, a substantial amount for that matter. He turns and heads in to lean his ear against the door. He decides that investigation wouldn't hurt, as long as what's on the other side isn't going to kill him instantly.]]

Hello?
[[He knocks gently on the door with the back of his hand.]]

[suck_it_up_guy]

[Hearing the knock managed to bring him back to his surroundings, instead of swearing at the Devil Woman. Taking another deep breath he opens the door.]

Hey-- I haven't seen your face around here guy, you new?

[ofuckitskimblee]

[[Kimblee turns his eyes appropriately to view the person in front of him, raising an eyebrow.]]

I suppose I am. Is ...Everything alright in there?

[[If someone's about to get murdered he wants to see.]]

[suck_it_up_guy]

[Wallace's brows draw as he folds his arms and frowns. Dropping the 'perky' thing... not that he was actually making much of an attempt to hide his irritnce.]

Wallace, nice to meet you. Could be better. The Devil Woman decided it'd be fun to wreck my consoles and game disks.

[He steps out of the way of the door, gesturing over his shoulder to the shelving with three or four stacked on.]

Hngh. Had a meme posted on this account *headwalls* I missed a few tags.

[ofuckitskimblee]

[[Kimblee keeps himself quiet while the young man introduces himself and stipulates the situation to them both. A Devil Woman. How interesting.]]

Devil Woman?

[[He takes a look at the things on the shelf, they look damn complex, though perhaps if they weren't as bad as all that..]]

May I? You're only wanting to separate the dust from the contents, correct?

It's fiiiiine *handwave*

[suck_it_up_guy]

[He pauses and then seems to click, yeah stupid nickname.]

Ah yeah, it's what I call The Author - the one who kidnapped us. Cause she's a bitch and knows it. Someone filled you in about all that, right?

[Grimacing he nodded, well there was no harm in trying right? Not like they could get any worse.]

If you've got any ideas. Not sure what you could do for them though.

[ofuckitskimblee]

[[Kimblee stays quiet about 'the Author' he's only heard bits and pieces. Anyone who took him like she has must be an angel to him personally. Either way he keeps that to himself as he steps past, moving over to inspect the belongings.]]

I've heard bits and pieces since my arrival on the box- that aside..

[[He looks from right to left, not interested in finding out if anyone else was in the room just to check out the inside for a flat surface. Floor would do really.]]

All you want is the dust out of the conventionally unreachable areas, correct? Composition of such a thing isn't a foreign concept to me.

[[He stands at the objects, looking them over, narrowing his eyes at them while his mind works.]]

/orz sorry for late. Exams and coursework hate me

[suck_it_up_guy]

[He nods. If he wanted to know anything else then he'd have asked about it. No point in shoving it down his throat.]

Pretty much. How are you gonna do that? You a tech guy or something?

[This is Wallace expecting him to produce a screw-driver and open it up. How surprised he'll be. But he'd need space to work. So catching his glance he shifts a few of his things from the floor creating some space.]

This do for working space?

its okay~! bit of headcanon ahoy btw.

[ofuckitskimblee]

[[Kimblee has one hand on his cheek and the other supporting his elbow while he ponders the current situation. If it's just dust it shouldn't be such a hard removal if he's only looking for one thing.

This better be worth it, this is going to be hard as all hell to pull off.]]

I've got my ways.

[[He glances from one of the problematic items back to the floor and nods his head.]]

That will do just fine, thank you.

[[He takes one of the boxes, looking inside it where the openings are, not opening the thing at all and then sets it to the side, pulling out a small piece of metal he's taken from the wreckage of this manor. At that point he bends down and begins to carve a circle to begin with, adding different things on the inside, the outside and writing meticulously along its edges, slowly sculpting his array.

Once he scrutinizes it, changes a bit of it and then adds his own special touch, he moves back and gathers the item to set it into the circle.]]

Step back please, I don't want to integrate any of you accidentally.

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