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RWBY Tuesdays
Winrey
Brown Rabbit |Character Sheet | "Let's make haste..."
Title(s): Beastman (Mundane) | Enigma
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The strange tunnel that Winrey crawled through had suddenly closed behind him. He jolted a little as he heard the swift sound of rock and dirt collapse in on itself, and turned to see that his only exit was now gone. In the time that he had been in the basement, his eyes had soon adjusted to the dark and now he was able to see well. Though what he saw just confused him even further. He walked towards some shelves and old tables, as well as a few forgotten items that belonged in a nursery, rather than a dirty warehouse. Who would leave children's belongings in such a place...? He thought as he ignored the panic screams of his companions in the other room. He was sure they were fine (mostly). And if they weren't well...He supposed he'd have to find a different way of getting back home, since they let him tag along. And really, if even a hoard of capable strong warriors couldn't handle the rats, what did the Towns people expect Winrey to do? My thoughts and prayers go with you if you don't succeed. Winrey thought to himself as he heard a particularly loud thump from the other room. Brown Rabbit |Character Sheet | "Let's make haste..."
Title(s): Beastman (Mundane) | Enigma
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Winrey picked up a stray doll, and a few old toys that were among the strange assortment of childish items. For some reason, a familiar pit of anxiety formed in his stomach. This basement is just like...Madame Oakwell's basement. Minus all of the odd equipment used in his creation, the basement had a very foreboding atmosphere. It unnerved him greatly, and he quickly dropped the doll where it was and decided to move on. The noise from the other side was too much, and he could quite make out if there were any rats. Now that his eyes were adjusted to the dark, he was able to notice things about the crates.
They weren't nearly as weathered down as the ones in the above section of the warehouse. There were even fresh tracks in the dirt that looked as if the crates had been dragged here. Perhaps this really is just an extra part of the warehouse? He tried to reason in his head, but another side glance at the children's items had him doubting everything all over again. Though...why would you need to store anything for children here? Is this also a home? He decided he'd test his luck and snoop around a bit while the others were preoccupied with what he assumed to be the very rats they came to deal with. He went over to the stack of crates, and tried to open it.
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