The City of the Specter, Atem's Palace

[metagame]

The corpse sinks to the floor
Even the brightest gold, even the sharpest blade
Becomes sand, becomes dust

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[ledbythewind]

[Have another Diarama as an apology for that slash earlier...]

Are you feeling like yourself now?

[prozaic]

[Rubs his face. Richard, you poor, naive man.]

I don't know how exactly to tell you this in the most succinct manner without leaving room for doubt, or even ruining my own privacy. [Which means he can only rip off the band-aid, metaphorically.]

However... I was myself.

[emptyself]

[ something about overhearing that makes soujuurou so uncomfortable that he will be quietly leaving to the opposite end of the room so he doesn’t have to hear more of that. ]

[townmusician]

[Haruka, watching this quietly:

Two of them....]

[beautifulknight]

[ ...So basically, this guy has some screws loose.

It's good to know that for the future, if anything, because while he was caught up in recovery and whatnot he probably saw he needed to be like. Knocked out and all that. He hopes it isn't exactly a sign of something else...you know. But time will tell.

And they have a Palace to finish. ]

[prozaic]

[Sorry, his mental might go into the gutter again--]

[ledbythewind]

[Oh. Thaaaaaaat's... vaguely uncomfortable, but probably not for the reasons Shalem might be imagining...]

... whatever the reason behind it, try not to let it happen again. I don't want to have to strike another blow against you.

[prozaic]

[Shalem gives a wan smile, wholly without humour.]

I can't control that. I've tried my entire life, and you have seen how fragile that control is. [Then he shakes his head.]

Best to run, when it happens again. ["When", not "if".] But for now... what is happening?

[ledbythewind]

They accepted our answers to their question and allowed us to pass without incident.

[It's a bit more complicated than just that, but that explanation will suffice for now. (He is absolutely not mentioning that Jesse answered "balls," okay).]

It looks like our only way out is to go forward.

[prozaic]

... What question? [Richard, please, he was unconscious...]