Some kind of "Post-Uranium RP" - Now finished and open for questions!

[Lord Windos]

"Silent night, holy night."

*Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip*

*Shepards quake, at the sight..."

*Pssk*

"Glories streams from heaven afar"

*Trickle Trickle Trickle*

"Heavenly host sing 'Allehuia!'"

*Zrrrrrrrrrrppppppt, Zrrrrrrrrrrrrpppppppt*

"Sleep in heavenly peace...."

*Shuffle, Shuffle*

"Sleep in heavenly peace...."

*Click*

He wipes the sweat of his brow, and looks at his work. Perfect. "Well, that is over with. Time to check on the misses...." He turned to leave the room, picking up a cloak that was hanging on a stand by the doorway. He quickly put it on, taking the time to make sure the hood of it obscured his face. While she got a brief look at his face, the condition that Blithe put on her would not break so easily with a such limited exposure. After all, when all is said is done, he would like to continue his work- both kinds- in relative anontomey. He didn't want to flee the region like Dr. Lankspur, but he had the means to do so, if necessary.

Once finished dressing up and adjusting his wardrobe, he left the room, with the Nucleon well taken care of. He continued to hmm, filling the hallway with his dissonant voice.