That, I don't recall. That is merely an inference.
I spoke with Adrastea, a bit earlier. They referred to the three locations as 'crime scenes' - and based on the fact that one of them is the galley, I have a feeling that Dahut may have been out and about, somehow, and the events that followed may have led to his death. After all, if he was the only one awake, does it not make sense that he would have gone to the galley? Practically every time I've seen him, he has provided us all with some sort of sweet.
They also said that his death was not by natural causes, but they didn't know why, or how.
[ temenos bring his hand up to his chin, regarding his little dahut simulation. ]
So that brings us to the next question: the why, and the how.
[ he'll be so buttmad if he got locked out from searching for evidence and they clean it all up. SO BUTTMAD. ]
I wouldn't say that I trust them to do so, necessarily. We will only find out, I suppose, when the doors open.
[ there's an emotional sense of irritation. temenos hates this, specifically. sitting and waiting, not being allowed to break in and just get to the crime scene to investigate, to understand. he hates the idea that things could be removed, that the entire thing could be cleaned, and there's no way to use his own senses to see otherwise. frustrating. ]
[ this is murmured, quiet. it's maybe the first truly priestly thing out of temenos' mouth, the first moment of scripture delivered with utter faith. there is nothing in this world he is more devoted to than this, no ideal that he holds himself to more deeply. the blue figures in his simulation flicker, briefly, flare like they are lit by a hearth. ]
And I intend, no matter what, to find it. [ his emotions stay calm, but there's a sense of resolve like steel underneath. ] No matter how ugly it may be.
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instead, his expression is serious. ]
Remarkable. And you recall Dahut rising after the rest of us fell unconscious?
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That, I don't recall. That is merely an inference.
I spoke with Adrastea, a bit earlier. They referred to the three locations as 'crime scenes' - and based on the fact that one of them is the galley, I have a feeling that Dahut may have been out and about, somehow, and the events that followed may have led to his death. After all, if he was the only one awake, does it not make sense that he would have gone to the galley? Practically every time I've seen him, he has provided us all with some sort of sweet.
They also said that his death was not by natural causes, but they didn't know why, or how.
[ temenos bring his hand up to his chin, regarding his little dahut simulation. ]
So that brings us to the next question: the why, and the how.
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They had better be.
[ he'll be so buttmad if he got locked out from searching for evidence and they clean it all up. SO BUTTMAD. ]
I wouldn't say that I trust them to do so, necessarily. We will only find out, I suppose, when the doors open.
[ there's an emotional sense of irritation. temenos hates this, specifically. sitting and waiting, not being allowed to break in and just get to the crime scene to investigate, to understand. he hates the idea that things could be removed, that the entire thing could be cleaned, and there's no way to use his own senses to see otherwise. frustrating. ]
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[ he's like a sad guy, but there is a moment of calm and gratitude ]
We all are strangers to one another, but there are a great many people passionate to bring justice to Master Dahut.
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[ this is murmured, quiet. it's maybe the first truly priestly thing out of temenos' mouth, the first moment of scripture delivered with utter faith. there is nothing in this world he is more devoted to than this, no ideal that he holds himself to more deeply. the blue figures in his simulation flicker, briefly, flare like they are lit by a hearth. ]
And I intend, no matter what, to find it. [ his emotions stay calm, but there's a sense of resolve like steel underneath. ] No matter how ugly it may be.
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I suspect that it will be unpleasant. [ shakes his head. ] Though many of us were prepared for this outcome, I'm sure.