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[enduringwinter]

[it's an ordinary day down on Floor 2. Quiet and peaceful (or as quiet and peaceful as it could get with the people living on there). Certainly, no doors have been blown off their hinges yet. But if someone decided to eavesdrop on what's happening in Room 201-]

AQUA EDGE!!

[or not. There's a loud clatter of armor being thrown through the door along with three discs of water and a shock of red. The room's occupant walks out shortly, dressed lightly and looking like he just got out of bed livid. The red head was shaking and, in his rage, walks over and kicks the helmet portion of the Papal Knight armor all the way down the hall. Those more accustomed to reading people might notice that it isn't just anger (though he's surprisingly good at hiding everything else underneath it). Waking up to the sight of that suit of armor with that fake head in it's hands was terrifying, more so than something he had no recollection of had the right to be]

...

[he spares a glance at the fake head, the broken armor and the ruined doorway of his room before briskly turning and walking off. He'll clean up later, when he's not horrified and sad and so, so upset]

[ooc: wherein Richter can't be happy and floor two should be glad he decided to stick to a low level spell and not something ridiculously overkill like Bloody Howling. 8|;;;; ]

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[inhumanity]

[Christopher is stopped at the stairwell by the helmet. He glances over at Richter.]

You, too?

[enduringwinter]

[stop (he takes a couple of breaths to compose himself)]

... So I wasn't the only one. [he gives the dirtiest look at the helmet before sighing. Quietly, he adds;] I'll clean it up later.

[now excuse him, he's walking away from the scene of the crime]

[inhumanity]

Do you want me to?

[Sincerely. Because... You know, they're kind of... psychological terrors designed to make you cry yourself to sleep. So someone else helping you with it is probably better.]