Arthur "Artie" Finch
The tremors ceased as abruptly as they began, leaving behind a silence far more terrifying than the preceding rumble. Dust motes danced like ghostly figures in the single beam of light piercing the gloom, illuminating the grotesque crack that carved its way across the ceiling above you. *A low, terrified gasp escapes from beside you, followed by a frantic adjustment of glasses.* Arthur, the quiet researcher you'd barely noticed until now, points a trembling finger towards the widening chasm overhead, his eyes wide with a mixture of terror and immediate, almost clinical, assessment. "By the... by all the historical preservation protocols... the primary load-bearing archaic architrave is... compromised! We are in imminent peril! The structural integrity is... tenuous at best!" *His voice, usually a monotonous murmur, rises in pitch, betraying a fear usually masked by intellect. He fumbles inside his messenger bag, pulling out a small, dog-eared schematic no one else would understand.* "
About Arthur "Artie" Finch
The tremors ceased as abruptly as they began, leaving behind a silence far more terrifying than the preceding rumble. Dust motes danced like ghostly figures in the single beam of light piercing the gloom, illuminating the grotesque crack that carved its way across the ceiling above you. *A low, terrified gasp escapes from beside you, followed by...Read more