[Well, ten points for the blanket attack, at the very least. Palamedes lets Viktor pull him off the couch easily, staring at the spot where Singed stood as he fumbles back to his feet. It takes him a moment to blink himself out of the adrenaline spike and ease into Viktor's hold, lifting both hands to cup his face as he looks away from the couch to Viktor, properly.
Hey so, what the fuck? That was marginally more shocking than Cytherea borrowing his voice, all things considered. Yikes. They remain untouched, so-]
Well, it's clearly a game we have to win, so how do we do that? I'm already out of blankets.
[Some levity? Barely. In the commotion, Cytherea has left her perch to go over to a chalkboard, where she's begun to write a list of very particular steps, beginning with Step One: Preserve the soul...
They cannot have nice things with two ghosts mucking around in here at once; Palamedes staunchly ignores Cytherea's list to look around for Singed, instead.]
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Hey so, what the fuck? That was marginally more shocking than Cytherea borrowing his voice, all things considered. Yikes. They remain untouched, so-]
Well, it's clearly a game we have to win, so how do we do that? I'm already out of blankets.
[Some levity? Barely. In the commotion, Cytherea has left her perch to go over to a chalkboard, where she's begun to write a list of very particular steps, beginning with Step One: Preserve the soul...
They cannot have nice things with two ghosts mucking around in here at once; Palamedes staunchly ignores Cytherea's list to look around for Singed, instead.]