THE MOCK VICTIM

[strangerpeople]

[The morning atmosphere is quiet, when the Titled wake up. Not just quiet, but almost relieving. The strange sensation that they had felt since they received those terrible letters is, if not completely gone, certainly much lessened. It seems like whoever issued the threats has backed down.

It feels wonderful, doesn't it?

Though the faint, strange smell which greets their noses as they open their doors into the hallway of the Barracks might not be as wonderful as the weight that has lifted off their chests. It lingers in the air, hangs on the tongue. Its almost a bit annoying.

Perhaps someone ought to see what's causing it.]

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[strangerpeople]

[Its a bit hard to see, but the corner looks to have a large pile of cloths ensconced as far in as possible.]

[mogarisready]

[Mogar digs into the pile without a second thought! It's one of his specialties.]

CW: Excessive Blood

[strangerpeople]

[There's nothing but strips of cloth in the pile. However, that doesn't matter, since it turns out that every single strip of cloth in the pile smells like blood, is either completely soaked in blood, or has blood on them. The ground under the cloth pile is also still slightly wet with blood as a result.]

[mogarisready]

[Ah. Here's the rest of it.

Well, seeing as he's already down here he'll shift through the fabrics a little, checking for anything else.]

[strangerpeople]

[The only thing of note about the strips of cloth aside from the blood is that it all strongly smells of booze. In fact the cloths smell like they were all doused with the stuff, its seriously kind of gross.]

[mogarisready]

[Neet, if anyone comes to the trial sloshed to all heck they'll get their goat.]