Prince Xander of Nohr (
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The bodies in my floor all trusted someone. Now I walk on them to tea.
[After the trial, Xander does what he does best. What always blanks his mind when training is not an option:
He organizes.
The hot food for lunch is out still, and while he feels far from hungry, he knows they all SHOULD eat. Everyone wanders off to take care of their own grief, and he lets them for now- and instead busies himself at the espresso bar. There's something specific he wants to do.
Later, under each door, and with the same thing written on the white board he had dragged out for meetings:]
There is hot food and tea in the cafeteria, and while I have no stomach for food it is there for those that can.
While it is tempting to be alone right now, if you wish company I shall be there until evening. Now may be a good time to compare new information while it is fresh.
If not, please stay well.
Xander
[And as promised there is fresh tea. Green tea in fact, though it lacks the milk Chitanda made- but basic tea he can manage at least]
He organizes.
The hot food for lunch is out still, and while he feels far from hungry, he knows they all SHOULD eat. Everyone wanders off to take care of their own grief, and he lets them for now- and instead busies himself at the espresso bar. There's something specific he wants to do.
Later, under each door, and with the same thing written on the white board he had dragged out for meetings:]
There is hot food and tea in the cafeteria, and while I have no stomach for food it is there for those that can.
While it is tempting to be alone right now, if you wish company I shall be there until evening. Now may be a good time to compare new information while it is fresh.
If not, please stay well.
Xander
[And as promised there is fresh tea. Green tea in fact, though it lacks the milk Chitanda made- but basic tea he can manage at least]
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[He reaches up to tap the scar running down the side of his face and makes a sound of disgust.]
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[Although...]
But something you said...Body-Split Craft?
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[The way McBurn talks of this, it seems he rather enjoyed such battles and could handle being outnumbered quite well. In fact it's the closest he's shown to giving a damn.]
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