"...it's just a weapon that only works on demons" Karen said, explaining her armor. Quinn raised an eyebrow skeptically at the statement. "By point about evil organizations still stands. Also; kinda surprised the makers didn't think to put the magical equivalent of a care alarm or safety lock on it." she said as she fiddled with her key to the apartment. As she turned the lock, another thought occurred to her. "Hey... so if its some kind of demon killing weapon, why were you keeping it in a display case in the lobby. Seems like a waste to me." she said, opening the door.
The inside of the apartment was fairly large but also cramped. Immediately inside a shoe-shelf and a closet were there to hold whatever outerwear guests and occupants might need to store.
From the doorway, a small kitchen could be seen; filled with the many tools of cooking. Just outside said kitchen stood an old, sturdy wood kitchen table with a number of matched chairs around it. The "dining room" was only separated from living room by arbitrary distinctions rather then any physical barrier.
The living area consisted of a large leather couch and reclining chair made of brown leather. A coffee table sat in front of the two seats, separating them from an small old TV; the only thing in the room covered in dust. Aside from these, the walls were covered in pictures and knick-knacks from every corner of the world. Most of the pictures could be divided into two groups - those depicting far away lands and those depicting Quinn at a number of different ages and an older gentleman who bore enough resemblance to suggest familial connection (whether father or uncle or some other connection was unclear)
A small hallway shot off deeper into the apartment, walking the line between the kitchen/dining area and the living area, with three doors shooting off of it. The doors were all ajar - Quinn having little reason to close them save during the winter to conserve heat. The first seemed to contain a large library or den of some sort though the angle prevented any deeper look. The second appeared to be a bedroom, though the angle was even worse then that of the library/den's door. The final door stood at the end of the hallway and was clearly a bathroom.
While the building appeared to be well kept, one small fact kept anyone from declaring the room "clean"; literally hundreds - if not thousands - of books sat around the apartment. Some were open for reading at the table, on the coffee table, or otherwise lined up on shelves. The overflow stood in piles
"Make yourself at home." Quinn said, tossing her bag haphazardly toward the wall beside the door where it would likely sit until the next day. Her boots followed. Thereafter, she made her way toward the library-den. "There are some drinks and snacks in the kitchen if you want anything." she said before disappearing around the corner to hunt for the books.
The inside of the apartment was fairly large but also cramped. Immediately inside a shoe-shelf and a closet were there to hold whatever outerwear guests and occupants might need to store.
From the doorway, a small kitchen could be seen; filled with the many tools of cooking. Just outside said kitchen stood an old, sturdy wood kitchen table with a number of matched chairs around it. The "dining room" was only separated from living room by arbitrary distinctions rather then any physical barrier.
The living area consisted of a large leather couch and reclining chair made of brown leather. A coffee table sat in front of the two seats, separating them from an small old TV; the only thing in the room covered in dust. Aside from these, the walls were covered in pictures and knick-knacks from every corner of the world. Most of the pictures could be divided into two groups - those depicting far away lands and those depicting Quinn at a number of different ages and an older gentleman who bore enough resemblance to suggest familial connection (whether father or uncle or some other connection was unclear)
A small hallway shot off deeper into the apartment, walking the line between the kitchen/dining area and the living area, with three doors shooting off of it. The doors were all ajar - Quinn having little reason to close them save during the winter to conserve heat. The first seemed to contain a large library or den of some sort though the angle prevented any deeper look. The second appeared to be a bedroom, though the angle was even worse then that of the library/den's door. The final door stood at the end of the hallway and was clearly a bathroom.
While the building appeared to be well kept, one small fact kept anyone from declaring the room "clean"; literally hundreds - if not thousands - of books sat around the apartment. Some were open for reading at the table, on the coffee table, or otherwise lined up on shelves. The overflow stood in piles
"Make yourself at home." Quinn said, tossing her bag haphazardly toward the wall beside the door where it would likely sit until the next day. Her boots followed. Thereafter, she made her way toward the library-den. "There are some drinks and snacks in the kitchen if you want anything." she said before disappearing around the corner to hunt for the books.
