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[theboogieman]

Who: IT'S A GAME MINGLE GET IN THE VAN
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.

[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?

this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

[Robin didn't jump either, but at least he had the good sense to be surprised about it. the look keeps up even after he catches (flawlessly) the fake head and starts looking inside of it, quickly picking out a little piece of black machinery, a tiny box.

blinking light. not very medieval.]

You've got to be kidding me.

[noctiphile]

This is a desecration! [Robin's comment goes unnoticed, covered by the scraping whine of another casket opening. Mattias is going on a small rampage, it seems, opening up all of them in the hopes of finding something true. It's a vain attempt. All of them open up to the same thing.] These are abominations! Monstrosities!

[He proclaims each after every unveiling, snarling when they're all erect. With a huff, he steps back, hair falling in loose strands around his face. Annoyed, he smooths them back. They don't stay.] Let's move on.

[Brusque. He moves on without waiting.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

...Oh boy.

[he... smiles as he follows him, because he can't help but thinking it's kind of funny. culturally insensitive, yes. but watching Mattias get all worked up about it... he ends up tossing the fake head back into one of the caskets with a hollow rattling sound.]

That explains the distinct lack of disturbed spirits, I suppose.

[noctiphile]

And to think I thought I needed your protection. I feel an awful fool.

[He doesn't slow down, leading them into a new chamber. Here, a ghoul lies in wait in all it's holographic glory. This time, he's taken aback, moving back half a step before catching himself. Scowling, he picks up a spare stone and lobs it at the creature. It passes through easily.]

As if using them as entertainment wasn't distasteful enough, now they disrespect their history? Unless these tombs are lies as well.

[He speaks with sharp derision, a sneer haunting every syllable. Striding to the stone, he picks it up, turning back to Robin with fresh words tensing his shoulders.]—Is this common?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he watches all of this in relative silence. it's very interesting. Mattias usually gives the impression that he is rather... "useless" isn't the right word, but right now he's showing a kind of competence and self-righteousness that he doesn't usually get to see.

Tek doesn't think that Mattias could possibly be dangerous, but honestly... Robin's still thinks he's got it in him, somewhere. maybe in the right situation, under the right circumstances.

he himself continues looking mostly pleasant about the whole thing, though he says--] Desecrating a house of the dead? Not really.