[ Or something like that. Arcade shrugs, half-turning back briefly before he veers closer to the building's outer wall. It looks like a cross between an old, concrete warehouse and some sort of silo, but he doubts if it was either. Time and weather have worn away any kind of informative detail, along with covering all the intended entrances in new growth and debris, but they've also opened up an alternative or two. ]
I wouldn't say I prefer the sunburns and sandstorms, but at least it'd feel like home.
[ There's a crack in the wall, crumbling and dislodged grey brick fallen away to leave a wide gap into the dimness beyond. Should be big enough to slide through, if they're careful. Arcade is, as he starts to sidle his way through, hand on a bent and broken length of rebar as he levers himself over another chunk of rubble.
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[ Or something like that. Arcade shrugs, half-turning back briefly before he veers closer to the building's outer wall. It looks like a cross between an old, concrete warehouse and some sort of silo, but he doubts if it was either. Time and weather have worn away any kind of informative detail, along with covering all the intended entrances in new growth and debris, but they've also opened up an alternative or two. ]
I wouldn't say I prefer the sunburns and sandstorms, but at least it'd feel like home.
[ There's a crack in the wall, crumbling and dislodged grey brick fallen away to leave a wide gap into the dimness beyond. Should be big enough to slide through, if they're careful. Arcade is, as he starts to sidle his way through, hand on a bent and broken length of rebar as he levers himself over another chunk of rubble.
A perfectly casual venture, as he calls back, ]
Don't tell me you prefer the cold?