Opinions without 3.1415 are just Onions (Week1 post trial)

[ghostricked]

After everything, the house seems almost too still and too mundane. At least as long as the doors to that room remain closed. One by one those covered in what was once their teammate are lead to the showers or change in silence. There is no warm meal waiting for them. No words of encouragement.

Life goes on, regardless.

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[ghostricked]

[Sissel had fled the execution without his bandanna and his speech collar, but if one looks they might find him in the ballroom... but only if they search, considering he's hiding in the art pile. Staring at the sigil.

On Sunday though he can be found wandering about. Likely with his collar and black extra bandanna on, assuming someone was kind enough to retrieve them for him]

[foundationmods]

[With Sho's death, His sigil becomes visible to all, losing it's negative properties.

When Sissel walks in, he'll be able to sense it gathering energy for something...but then fizzling out, turning the lion skull in the center into nothing more than a black skid mark.

It seems that Sho's attempt to revive himself has failed.]

[ghostricked]

[He approaches and sniffs it, more of that grief from before washing over him. He doesn't know if the miasma blocked it, or if there was some innate flaw in the design. It makes no difference now.

So he tucks himself in a hole in the art pile, comforted by the small dark space. Even if that last hope was gone, it feels right to hold vigil here, regardless]

ballroom oops (probably post mod tag)

[noneforall]

[I mean, this is probably exactly who he didn't want to see, but alas? Subete is here anyway, and he's heading straight for the sigil, crouching over it with some curiosity. I forgot to comment to the investigation but he took a quick look over it on the day of, too, so it's time to make a comparison.

There's a hum as he reaches out to place a hand on the lines of it.]

Ah. Well, at least it isn't making friends with the miasma anymore.

[It's a faintly sardonic murmur; it's debatable whether he knows there's a cat hanging around, but that probably makes no difference either way.]

[ghostricked]

[He wants to charge out and defend the sigil... but he knows it's dead, and antagonizing people won't help anyone. He doesn't like Subete as a person, but he doesn't hate him or wants to cause him harm. So instead he watches, eyes gleaming in the dark.

What is he up to?]

[noneforall]

[Well, he seems to be rather methodically moving about the sigil and placing his hands on the various parts of it, including what one was the lion skull; something glows under his fingers occasionally as he does so, small pauses that are probably just him using his unique brand of some-ability-or-other to poke at things.

There's a small whistle and then a quiet laugh as he finally steps back and views the ruined thing in its entirety again.]

Ahh... Whatever you were up to, it really wasn't the most well-thought out thing, was it?

[deadanimemom]

[It's Sunday evening, and Yuri's spent all day cleaning in the living room. But she's freshly showered now, and wearing clean clothes, and checking up on people.

And cats.]

There you are. [She says, crouching down near Sissel (not too close, she doesn't want to upset him by getting too much into his space, but close enough that she can reach out to pet him if he wants).] I was wondering where you went.

[ghostricked]

[He's... not clean, exactly. Not gore-soaked but there's a stiffness to his fur that suggests he groomed himself instead of a shower.

He's not wearing his collar though, and as she pets him he lifts a paw and scratches at the spot, looking up at her- help him put it back on?]

[deadanimemom]

You should probably take a bath, [She says, as she helps to put that collar on him.]