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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[accrowed]

[ He isn't here for any particular reason, really. His "plans" are too aimless to treat as anything more than meandering, but when he spots someone crouched low out of the corner of his eye he has to pause.

Ah jeez. Now that he's seen this, it'll be pretty hard for him to leave this alone. It takes a few seconds before he gives the nearest surface two light knocks. ] Mind if I join you?

[reanimania]

[ Oh. This guy.

Saphir shrugs and sits up a little straighter. ]

I don't know what you're going to get out of it, but I won't stop you.

[accrowed]

[ Yep, this guy.

Give him a minute or so to find a spot on the ground and dropdown. He isn't super close so there's no need to worry about space invasion (or, worse space invasion), he just didn't wanna stand when someone else was sitting.]

Looks like we have that in common. Lucky for me, my goals here are simple. All I'm looking for is some light conversation and a small distraction.

[reanimania]

[ Fine, fine. He's not complaining. That does sound vaguely sketchy though, like pretty much everything else about him so far. ]

Seems to me like you could have met either of those goals more easily elsewhere. Who comes to an armory for conversation?