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[ the air in the manor has become humid and oppressive, signaling that a late Indian summer storm is poised to roll into camp. thunder claps in the distance as Masqué throws open the door to his home, claws clutching something vaguely tentacle-like in a fierce grip. as he checks the votes from both sheep and wolves, his shoulders shift into a more relaxed stance. ]
So Klavier, Squalo... they're so old. Oh! But Fon and Azula? Mm... and then there is tonight's meal --~
[ the tentacle is dropped on the floor, landing with a sick wet plop. its nerves have the appendage still twisting violently, but slowly the phantom movement dies down. Masqué quickly makes his way to the basement door, nearly tripping over his long cloak in his haste. the lock is waved open and the man nearly flies down the stairs, leaving the door closed firmly behind him and locked from the inside.
one minute.
two minutes.
three minutes later and Masqué finally opens the door.
with a grin, he beckons Klavier, Squalo, Fon, and Azula into the basement. ]
Poll cast your suspicion
(( Clue is up.))
So Klavier, Squalo... they're so old. Oh! But Fon and Azula? Mm... and then there is tonight's meal --~
[ the tentacle is dropped on the floor, landing with a sick wet plop. its nerves have the appendage still twisting violently, but slowly the phantom movement dies down. Masqué quickly makes his way to the basement door, nearly tripping over his long cloak in his haste. the lock is waved open and the man nearly flies down the stairs, leaving the door closed firmly behind him and locked from the inside.
one minute.
two minutes.
three minutes later and Masqué finally opens the door.
with a grin, he beckons Klavier, Squalo, Fon, and Azula into the basement. ]
Poll cast your suspicion
(( Clue is up.))