[damn that's a lot of words from that ghost monologue—he gets enough of it to know that it's Bad Guy Stuff
before he can sink further in secondhand depression, Denji, easily influenced as he is, feels the concern and determination from Otome and pops back up to his feet, inspired, probably way faster than he should considering his injuries]
Yes, ma'am! Whatever you need you can count on me!
[he coughs out some more blood and wipes it off—it's fine! he's fine!
he's gonna leave all that paper stuff to the others, and he and his floating chainsaw (is the cats paw still hanging out too??) are going to go look at the carpet to see if there's any suspicious bumps or corners askew that indicate there's something like a trapdoor hidden underneath]
[ WELP. we'll let denji keep his guinea pigging ways up, and malik is going to look at... the desk! there's papers, yes? malik is going to look at them and NOT TOUCH THEM. same for anything else on the desk. he is looking with his eyes (just the standard two, thanks) and not with his hands this time. even though his hand has an eye on it. it's fine. ]
[ Oh. Well. Denji has recovered admirably and Otome doesn't know he's discovered a trapdoor yet, so she'll smile softly (AND WITH GREAT CONCERN BECAUSE HE'S STILL COUGHING UP BLOOD) and join Malik in investigating the desk.
She'll take the hit for the team this time and probably carefully touch papers.
[with reckless abandon and no degree of caution, Denji pulls up the carpet to get a look at that door and what its deal is, hope this carpet is a mimic too]
[malik looks very intensely at the desk, and at all the papers. these papers talk about dunamancy also - a couple of the notes describe it as magic that can manipulate time and space at a small level, currently, but could possibly do more with it. there's also talk of a luxon beacon.
that's the one otome picks up, and she's hit with a flash of memory. no context, no nothing, just a familiar orange haired man holding a glowing beacon up to a woman dressed in royal garb.
the bookshelves are really just the gross pulsing body parts in that same murky liquid. it's weird, though - when lucretia looks specifically, she'll find one of them is... a wood arm? an arm made of vines. there's a faint whisper of welcome - and then nothing.
the trapdoor is here! he can open it! please open it!]
[he did look over to Otome and Lucretia for permission, head cocked to the side like when a dog wants to know if it's okay to go running after something]
Alright! Hope there's no teeth under here!
[he pulls the trapdoor open with a flourish, chainsaw over his shoulder and axe in hand (handwaves to say he retrieved it after Sad Boy Times)]
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before he can sink further in secondhand depression, Denji, easily influenced as he is, feels the concern and determination from Otome and pops back up to his feet, inspired, probably way faster than he should considering his injuries]
Yes, ma'am! Whatever you need you can count on me!
[he coughs out some more blood and wipes it off—it's fine! he's fine!
he's gonna leave all that paper stuff to the others, and he and his floating chainsaw (is the cats paw still hanging out too??) are going to go look at the carpet to see if there's any suspicious bumps or corners askew that indicate there's something like a trapdoor hidden underneath]
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denji specifically looks at the carpet and there's absolutely a trapdoor underneath. so good job, denji.
the chainsaw is still here but the cat's paw is gone, unfortunately.]
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She'll take the hit for the team this time and probably carefully touch papers.
We're doing great. ]
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[with reckless abandon and no degree of caution, Denji pulls up the carpet to get a look at that door and what its deal is, hope this carpet is a mimic too]
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that's the one otome picks up, and she's hit with a flash of memory. no context, no nothing, just a familiar orange haired man holding a glowing beacon up to a woman dressed in royal garb.
the bookshelves are really just the gross pulsing body parts in that same murky liquid. it's weird, though - when lucretia looks specifically, she'll find one of them is... a wood arm? an arm made of vines. there's a faint whisper of welcome - and then nothing.
the trapdoor is here! he can open it! please open it!]
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i swear to god if he get welcomed into the hivemind again ]
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[ Otome draws her hand back, rubbing at her temple. Huh.
But Denji is being Denji again, so she gives Malik a little nudge and moves towards the trap door. ]
It may not be the exit we want, but... it looks like our path should probably be in this direction.
[ Denji can open the door but she is absolutely poised to set shit on fire if it attacks them. ]
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It llooks like it's the only way to go, so let's-- we should get moving, then.
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Alright! Hope there's no teeth under here!
[he pulls the trapdoor open with a flourish, chainsaw over his shoulder and axe in hand (handwaves to say he retrieved it after Sad Boy Times)]
Ta-da!
[what's inside? is it teeth?]
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the rest of the papers just seem to be briefs. he might notice the name beauregard lionett written on some of them, though.
the trapdoor is... not teeth! congrats! in fact, it leads to...]