Fortification.
Who: Rube, Open
Where: Dining Hall
When: Not long after his last entry.
Rube wasn't much of a fighter, but he wasn't one for dying, either; shortly before his entry, he had noticed the lock missing from his door. A few minutes later, he sliced his finger on a page of his journal.
It hadn't healed.
He hadn't said anything over the journals, not wanting to alarm the others, but things were looking very, very bad.
And something Loki had written niggled at the back of his mind. Did the god know what was going on?
On his way out of his room, he had looked around for a weapon. The best he'd found was a letter opener. It wasn't going to be enough. Now, in the dining hall, he sat near the door, waiting, his elbows resting on his knees. Whatever was coming, they were too divided amongst themselves to handle it.
Where: Dining Hall
When: Not long after his last entry.
Rube wasn't much of a fighter, but he wasn't one for dying, either; shortly before his entry, he had noticed the lock missing from his door. A few minutes later, he sliced his finger on a page of his journal.
It hadn't healed.
He hadn't said anything over the journals, not wanting to alarm the others, but things were looking very, very bad.
And something Loki had written niggled at the back of his mind. Did the god know what was going on?
On his way out of his room, he had looked around for a weapon. The best he'd found was a letter opener. It wasn't going to be enough. Now, in the dining hall, he sat near the door, waiting, his elbows resting on his knees. Whatever was coming, they were too divided amongst themselves to handle it.