[It's a fully stone room. One you might be able to find at the very back of a cave, cool and dark At the edge of a room is a river that glows pale blue constantly. Stalactites and stalagmites line the river, but there are some rock formations that are more suited to lounging. Unassuming rocks are littered on the ground, some already shattered, revealing blue jewels.
There's a large, patterned rug in the middle of the room, and above that a fancy chandelier. The walls of the room make some natural shelving, where a small amount of plant life grows. His rifle is sitting on one of the shelves. A dark wood wardrobe resides against the left wall, on top of another large area rug. Beside that, a desk paired with a black sumptuous leather office chair. Atop the desk is a simple jewelry box.
Against the opposite wall is an L shaped sectional in black leather, with one of the backs turned towards the river. Directly across from this couch is an arm chair made of the same material. Every couch comes equipped with soft, comfortable pillows. Between the two is a dark black coffee table. At an angle and a few feet away is an another large sofa, angled to see everyone else in this seating area.
There's just a lot of seating in this room. In every free corner, there's another L shaped sectional, with a big, warm blanket tossed over the back of them.]
[ But he pokes his head in, and somehow, he didn't expect a cave, and yet in a weird way, it makes sense. He remembers Bradley telling this story very vaguely. ]
What! You got a whole piece of nature as your room, what's up with that?
[ Going in and squatting, picking up a broken piece of rock and turning it to look at it. ]
Nobody's gonna charge you rent in an abandoned but nice cabin either, dumbass. [ No bite. ] Seriously, you got weird tastes. Half of it's a cave and the other half's like, some rich opulent dude's living room.
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Yours?
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[as far as he knows there is not a single bed]
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[ Bradley your couches. ]
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[He will start heading over to his room.]
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[ He says as he waddles after Bradley. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious on what other people's rooms looked like. ]
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[It's a fully stone room. One you might be able to find at the very back of a cave, cool and dark At the edge of a room is a river that glows pale blue constantly. Stalactites and stalagmites line the river, but there are some rock formations that are more suited to lounging. Unassuming rocks are littered on the ground, some already shattered, revealing blue jewels.
There's a large, patterned rug in the middle of the room, and above that a fancy chandelier. The walls of the room make some natural shelving, where a small amount of plant life grows. His rifle is sitting on one of the shelves. A dark wood wardrobe resides against the left wall, on top of another large area rug. Beside that, a desk paired with a black sumptuous leather office chair. Atop the desk is a simple jewelry box.
Against the opposite wall is an L shaped sectional in black leather, with one of the backs turned towards the river. Directly across from this couch is an arm chair made of the same material. Every couch comes equipped with soft, comfortable pillows. Between the two is a dark black coffee table. At an angle and a few feet away is an another large sofa, angled to see everyone else in this seating area.
There's just a lot of seating in this room. In every free corner, there's another L shaped sectional, with a big, warm blanket tossed over the back of them.]
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[ But he pokes his head in, and somehow, he didn't expect a cave, and yet in a weird way, it makes sense. He remembers Bradley telling this story very vaguely. ]
What! You got a whole piece of nature as your room, what's up with that?
[ Going in and squatting, picking up a broken piece of rock and turning it to look at it. ]
Damn, your tastes are kinda expensive, huh?
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[He takes up the singular arm chair in this room.
The jewel within the rock glints slightly in the light.]
'course they are. Ya should fill the places ya live with things that make for a comfortable atmosphere.
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[ He glances over at Bradley when he says that, though, and... just kind of goes back to looking at rocks. ]
Yeah, and your idea of comfy living is on a bunch of sharp rocks?
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[Anyway, he looks at the stalactites.]
They're supposed to be here. It'd be weird if they weren't.
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It's like they took my mana area and blended it with my room at the manor.
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'Make me'?
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Can you even take the gun off the walls?
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[The same very ornate rifle he's had since he killed the guy who used to have it.
He can even take it out of the room.]
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