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[They can be on their way back to the lounge. Rosamund might walk with less pep in her step than usual, but she's not down and out. Upset, but composed. Resigned, mostly.]
...What he said at the end, about colours...that was something Roxana had talked about. In a roundabout sort of way. But they weren't at the same one together.
I wonder if... [Her lips purse. Hesitant.] If it's not even drawing inspiration from the old games, but drawing directly from them somehow?
...What he said at the end, about colours...that was something Roxana had talked about. In a roundabout sort of way. But they weren't at the same one together.
I wonder if... [Her lips purse. Hesitant.] If it's not even drawing inspiration from the old games, but drawing directly from them somehow?
Prism, he said - Prisma, as is the game on the passports. [ nodding. mordalion's expression is ever-neutral, but there's a slight droop to his ears. ] Directly...? An influence, or memories?
[ then, after a moment. ]
Do you think the conclusion met today was correct?
[ then, after a moment. ]
Do you think the conclusion met today was correct?
Maybe drawing from the same sources? There were very powerful forces at work behind each incident, if I'm understanding all of them correctly. It could be echoes of the magic from older games brought into the new.
...Though maybe I'm getting ahead of myself.
[She thinks a moment.]
I do? Especially with the strange things he said at the end. And the earring was his, and there wasn't very many places for the motor oil to come from. He would have had bigger feet than Essek, too, which that footprint photo showed.
Really, the only other lead was having woodcarvings and a small knife in the garbage, which points to Siffrin. But Siffrin didn't match any of the other evidence, so that might have been coincidence. Or one of them was practicing a new hobby and it wasn't on their profiles as a "skill".
[essek getting jumped while practicing whittling for the first time, tragic]
What about you?
...Though maybe I'm getting ahead of myself.
[She thinks a moment.]
I do? Especially with the strange things he said at the end. And the earring was his, and there wasn't very many places for the motor oil to come from. He would have had bigger feet than Essek, too, which that footprint photo showed.
Really, the only other lead was having woodcarvings and a small knife in the garbage, which points to Siffrin. But Siffrin didn't match any of the other evidence, so that might have been coincidence. Or one of them was practicing a new hobby and it wasn't on their profiles as a "skill".
[essek getting jumped while practicing whittling for the first time, tragic]
What about you?
[HELP NOT THE DUTY FREE SHOP
i'll say of these three she's actually hiding in the spa, because everyone likes to go out and stare morosely at the sky on the flight deck. She's already been chased out of the train graveyard by people who recognized it as a prime sulking spot, so she's sitting on the floor in the back corner of the spa, hugging her knees and halfway through scowling and tears.
She openly groans when she realizes she's been found. Again.]
Even here? Can't I just be alone for one moment?
i'll say of these three she's actually hiding in the spa, because everyone likes to go out and stare morosely at the sky on the flight deck. She's already been chased out of the train graveyard by people who recognized it as a prime sulking spot, so she's sitting on the floor in the back corner of the spa, hugging her knees and halfway through scowling and tears.
She openly groans when she realizes she's been found. Again.]
Even here? Can't I just be alone for one moment?
I was hoping you could provide some clearer answers now that you're removed from the time limit. Having two of my teammates in this position today isn't exactly pleasant.
[ he'll take a side-seat on. one of the beds i guess. his sword is with him, as always, hands folding loosely over the pommel. ]
[ he'll take a side-seat on. one of the beds i guess. his sword is with him, as always, hands folding loosely over the pommel. ]
[she goes quiet.]
...And here Wis'adel was the one saying we were lucky not to be taking any hits.
[Irony. What a thing it is. She sighs and brushes hair from her face.]
I don't have any new answers for you, Moradalion. I'm sorry. But I didn't do anything. I wouldn't have. Not to Vi. Especially not to Vi.
[A tattoo blooms over her wrist. LOSS OF AUTONOMY.]
...And here Wis'adel was the one saying we were lucky not to be taking any hits.
[Irony. What a thing it is. She sighs and brushes hair from her face.]
I don't have any new answers for you, Moradalion. I'm sorry. But I didn't do anything. I wouldn't have. Not to Vi. Especially not to Vi.
[A tattoo blooms over her wrist. LOSS OF AUTONOMY.]
[ he blinks as the only clear reaction to that - his expression does not change, as usual. if his ears turn down slightly... it's up to her to notice that.
the tattoo catches his eye immediately. ah. ]
I believe you suffered the same influence as Boothill last week. It's not under your control, and taking responsibility for it isn't a fair choice to place on you or any of us. [ the hands on the pommel of his sword tighten. ] That said, there are many who will want justice for this.
the tattoo catches his eye immediately. ah. ]
I believe you suffered the same influence as Boothill last week. It's not under your control, and taking responsibility for it isn't a fair choice to place on you or any of us. [ the hands on the pommel of his sword tighten. ] That said, there are many who will want justice for this.
[voids them because monday location overload is so real. They can run into each other in the new terminal somewhere. Rosamund is still not well slept, but much better kempt. Subdued in manner and dress. I need to submit a comment for defibbing but her nails are healed by now.
She'll slow when she spots Mordalion, nodding.]
...Hey. [Smiling small, a little awkwardly.] Are you feeling overwhelmed by the size of the place, too? I haven't even tried for Departures yet.
She'll slow when she spots Mordalion, nodding.]
...Hey. [Smiling small, a little awkwardly.] Are you feeling overwhelmed by the size of the place, too? I haven't even tried for Departures yet.
[ good morning. mordalion has an armful of flowers - she might recognise them as the same kind as the ones in the relaxation area. huh weird. it's only a few, though.
rosie gets a nod in greeting, and a slightly softened look than his usual piercing gaze. ]
There's a lot going on, but some spots have held my attention more than others. [ ... ] Your hands look better. That's good.
rosie gets a nod in greeting, and a slightly softened look than his usual piercing gaze. ]
There's a lot going on, but some spots have held my attention more than others. [ ... ] Your hands look better. That's good.
[The flowers do grab her notice at once. Her gaze flicks down and her brows furrow — but also, who is she to judge? She would love to have some real blooms in the Lounge herself. Or even just in more places all around. All this sterile architecture is wearing her down.]
Thank you. [She looks a bit abashed, slightly averting her gaze.] ...I'm sorry about the other day, when you offered to help. I just...you know, people are being very kind to me, and I do know that it wasn't my choice to...to hurt her in that way. And everyone is being very understanding! I appreciate it, very much.
But still. It's been a little hard to not feel like I shouldn't be forgiven so easily. You know? That's all.
Thank you. [She looks a bit abashed, slightly averting her gaze.] ...I'm sorry about the other day, when you offered to help. I just...you know, people are being very kind to me, and I do know that it wasn't my choice to...to hurt her in that way. And everyone is being very understanding! I appreciate it, very much.
But still. It's been a little hard to not feel like I shouldn't be forgiven so easily. You know? That's all.
[ well if she's looking! she'll notice that his usually immaculately clean hands have soil clinging to the fingers, nails a little dirty. ]
You don't need to apologise to me. For now, your explanation seems genuine, and if that turns out to not be the case later I'm sure we will deal with it then. [ weirdly this does not sound like a threat. ] Forgiveness is a complicated thing, apparently. Your actions weren't your own, so I don't need to forgive you for making them. The kind of influence you were under is familiar.
You don't need to apologise to me. For now, your explanation seems genuine, and if that turns out to not be the case later I'm sure we will deal with it then. [ weirdly this does not sound like a threat. ] Forgiveness is a complicated thing, apparently. Your actions weren't your own, so I don't need to forgive you for making them. The kind of influence you were under is familiar.
[ what are we doing today? in the art room, maybe, since we're looking over the new terminal. he's a terrible artist, but the colours do remind him of a certain setting.
a wind stirs, and suddenly you're swept into a memory set in a bright, colourful... amusement park? ]
a wind stirs, and suddenly you're swept into a memory set in a bright, colourful... amusement park? ]
[it's dizzying. So much history and chaos packed into one vision, and Rosamund, who finds her olden days medieval self at a total disadvantage understanding nearly everyone's memories, feels she's floundering again. The powers on display, the implications behind each strike. Not a single move came without the weight of years behind it, not a single thought without a plot.
And still, she finds her heart leaping when Mordalion beats the odds. The arm comes off at the end — after all the impossible feats of endurance and strength, his opponent was far from infallible after all. Short-sighted to boot.
She has to take a moment to catch her breath after.]
You bested him in the end. Even if he...if he could do all of that. Destroy those things like they were nothing.
And still, she finds her heart leaping when Mordalion beats the odds. The arm comes off at the end — after all the impossible feats of endurance and strength, his opponent was far from infallible after all. Short-sighted to boot.
She has to take a moment to catch her breath after.]
You bested him in the end. Even if he...if he could do all of that. Destroy those things like they were nothing.
[She huffs a little at that.]
That's one way of putting it.
[But she doesn't like the sudden turn his face has taken. He keeps himself so well together ordinarily, the shift is all the more striking. Rosamund cants her head, unable to hide either her curiosity or her concern.]
What was it supposed to be like?
That's one way of putting it.
[But she doesn't like the sudden turn his face has taken. He keeps himself so well together ordinarily, the shift is all the more striking. Rosamund cants her head, unable to hide either her curiosity or her concern.]
What was it supposed to be like?
[ a glance, as if unsure what he should discuss... but he sighs quietly, lowering his head. ]
I wasn't supposed to face him. It was only coincidence that we'd ended up in the same place, but letting him go wasn't an option, either.
[ his ears droop, too. ]
The murder he'd committed was a mercy kill. I'm the only one who knows, aside from Obscudeid.
I wasn't supposed to face him. It was only coincidence that we'd ended up in the same place, but letting him go wasn't an option, either.
[ his ears droop, too. ]
The murder he'd committed was a mercy kill. I'm the only one who knows, aside from Obscudeid.
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