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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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?