Manticore noticed his roommate leave. Well then, the archer would keep both weapons he was working on until he found something better. He ripped two long, thin strips out of his sheets and wove them into tight, makeshift hilts on the wooden shards. Another, smaller section of splintered wood came into use, turning his pillowcase and more shreds of sheet into an impromptu knapsack. He wasn't impressed that the thing had to be white, but it was better than nothing. One thing was for certain: the standard Landel's clothing, especially the robe, had more storage space than a superhero outfit, but Manticore wasn't about to trade.
He really had no idea if the things he was destroying would be replaced, nor did he care. This was about survival. Should this end up being illusion, the body tended to die when the mind was convinced it was dead. Based on the copious warnings on the message board, he was about to break one of the main rules here: Never travel alone at night.
The keyring went in his utility belt. The radio, a few pens, the flashlight, both impromptu daggers, and a couple smaller, thinner shards of wood went into the bag; the bag went over his shoulder. The extra batteries, pens, and journal were already hidden on his side of the room, along with more bits of what had once been a drawer. He lacked the tools he would prefer for making a bow, but he could at least set out to find one of the main ingredients. Arrows were also on his mind, but first thing first. Time to go back to the courtyard and check out those trees more closely.
He really had no idea if the things he was destroying would be replaced, nor did he care. This was about survival. Should this end up being illusion, the body tended to die when the mind was convinced it was dead. Based on the copious warnings on the message board, he was about to break one of the main rules here: Never travel alone at night.
The keyring went in his utility belt. The radio, a few pens, the flashlight, both impromptu daggers, and a couple smaller, thinner shards of wood went into the bag; the bag went over his shoulder. The extra batteries, pens, and journal were already hidden on his side of the room, along with more bits of what had once been a drawer. He lacked the tools he would prefer for making a bow, but he could at least set out to find one of the main ingredients. Arrows were also on his mind, but first thing first. Time to go back to the courtyard and check out those trees more closely.
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