( His boots crunch on detritus as they cross the floor — soot, bone, ash, and tiny shards of broken glass that seem to have come from a fallen chandelier. The shattered remains of it sit broken in the center of the room, the occasional arm slung up over what would have once been an impeccable, shining gold rim.
Where are they? Excellent question. Well, he knows what parts of this look like. )
Home sweet home. ( He says, adjusting the strap of a duffel bag up over one of his shoulders. It's the kind he'd carry into motel rooms or safe-houses, the kind he stocks full of gear for long hunts.
Geralt looks at him, he looks back, and then pointedly shrugs. That was a joke. The real answer- ) Do I look like I know anything? I just work here.
( The duffel bag drops to the floor with a solid whump, and he bends down to unzip it. Clicks on a flashlight, then tosses it at Geralt.
Sure, the guy may have night vision, but Dean doesn't. He pulls out a pistol. Checks the clip. Chambers a round, and slides it into his waistband. That done, he stands, flashlight in one hand and his purgatory weapon in the other. )
Sure you don't want a gun?
( There are an awful lot of doors ahead of them and, if the height of this thing was anything to go by, above them. Might come in handy. )
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Where are they? Excellent question. Well, he knows what parts of this look like. )
Home sweet home. ( He says, adjusting the strap of a duffel bag up over one of his shoulders. It's the kind he'd carry into motel rooms or safe-houses, the kind he stocks full of gear for long hunts.
Geralt looks at him, he looks back, and then pointedly shrugs. That was a joke. The real answer- ) Do I look like I know anything? I just work here.
( The duffel bag drops to the floor with a solid whump, and he bends down to unzip it. Clicks on a flashlight, then tosses it at Geralt.
Sure, the guy may have night vision, but Dean doesn't. He pulls out a pistol. Checks the clip. Chambers a round, and slides it into his waistband. That done, he stands, flashlight in one hand and his purgatory weapon in the other. )
Sure you don't want a gun?
( There are an awful lot of doors ahead of them and, if the height of this thing was anything to go by, above them. Might come in handy. )