don't wait for a knight in shinin' armor, your savior's reflected in the mirror

[perpend]

[That sure was a fucking thing. That execution was a fucking thing. Those secrets are a fucking thing.

Cabanela retreats to his room, but not for all that long. Everyone will get a note eventually, written in very neat handwriting

I do not plan on bowing down to threats and intimidation. If you did not act, it means you were, like me, aware of the risk, but decided against it. Your reasons are entirely your own.

Join me in the dining room if you agree enough is enough, and that you won't acquiesce to threats. I don't plan to let this stop me, and neither should you.

-C

In the dining room itself, Cabanela has set up coffee and tea for those who want it-- there's no food, because to be honest, he doesn't know how to cook. Two more candles have been lit-- he wasn't really sure what to do about the whole... parasite thing... so Fern's candle will have to make due.]

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[explosivecombat]

[...You know, he wasn't sure what he expected, but it wasn't exactly this. Huh.

That said, he'll close the door, though he won't enter the room very far; he just leans up against the wall near the door, his stance idle.]

Perhaps I was curious as to where you went. I didn't see you tonight.

[hentopan]

[ Terumi's fine on the bed it seems; he shifts into a cross-legged position. It takes him a second to respond though, as he mulls about how to answer. ]

Not going to waste your time with some bullshit about how it had anything to do with the trial. Seen shit like that before, would have preferred not to see shit like it again but whatever. [ Cause they've been honest with each other, and it's clearly not about that. ]

I don't like to be reminded of things I hate, especially when it's not time yet.

[explosivecombat]

[...Hm.]

"Not time yet"...?

[hentopan]

K+, I ever tell you why I use vessels?

[...it might be story time. ]

[explosivecombat]

...You haven't.

[He's honestly been assuming some sort of Pride situation. Possibly Father, now, but who knows.]

[hentopan]

Because I want to, that's why. Been real generous with my real body you know, been letting some wannabe hero use it for a while.

But I've been thinking lately, that it's enough of that.

[explosivecombat]

...I can't say I'm surprised, regarding wanting to. Those that I've dealt with before - the ones you remind me of - they're all somewhat like that.

[He knows that Father is, at least, with splitting off into different vessels. Envy just flits around wearing whatever face he feels like that day, and Pride...is Pride and does whatever he wants.]

I can't say I've known any with claims to godhood, however, at least not personally. One that's interested in making an attempt, yes, but none that actually are.

[hentopan]

[ The knife-flicking stops, he's switched to twirling it now around in his hands instead. ]

It's not as straight forward as it looks, you know. And what bout you? Are you curious about it too, or didja really want to get to know me better?

[explosivecombat]

Is it so inconceivable to think that it might just be the latter...?

[hentopan]

Hah, no. Nothing's inconceivable or impossible given the right way to go about it.

[ It's just not exactly common. ]

Then ask, K+: what do you want to know?

[explosivecombat]

Perhaps I will sometime. I know better than to ask about things people hate, and you've been on-edge all week. I'm not particularly in the mood to agitate you further, and I doubt you're in the mood for it either.

Consider this more checking in on you. If you have anything in particular you want to tell me, I won't complain. If you really want me to ask you something, then the only relevant question I have is once again how likely it is that I'll have to vote you out this coming week.

[hentopan]

Told you, it's not time yet.

[ He arranges himself on the bed, pockets the knife. ]

That was a combination of things. The dreams, the memories, whatever you want to call them. My current vessel, Hazama? He's gotten it into his head that he thinks he can use me instead of the other way around. It's freakin hilarious if not for other complications that just make it one gigantic pain in the ass. But he thinks he's so smart, like I can't read him when he was made for me, like I haven't been playing this game for far damn longer than he has.

[ ...this is easier to talk about than his secret, so why not. ]