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[ram_of_gold]

[A clang echoes around the area by the coliseum as a golden dragon topped helm slams into the ground does skipping off a bit before it finally comes to rest. Shion, sitting on the ground with his back to the coliseum wall, just stares after if for a moment, as if surprised that he threw it, before groaning and burying his face in his hand. His hair is unusually messy and it looks as if he hasn't slept in days. At least he's back in the white robes of the Pope.]

[ooc: End of Shion's experiment. Sorry, I meant to end this earlier but life and things got in the way!]