[color=1055E5][Damon][/color]

The functionality of the decrepit establishment incites Damon's hesitation, but as more of the facility is revealed to be empty, he performs mental gymnastics to invent new ways for this scenario to be suspicious. It was already suspicious enough as it is, really, with a shifty drifter giving a bunch of random strangers an offer that was too good to be true. When the tour came to an end and the roomba of potential mass destruction announced that everyone would be getting a single soul tech, everything fell into place. Damon decides that the best course of action is to ask the roomba for details on the soul techs, then call everyone over and propose the acquisition of [i]two[/i] soul techs, simultaneously making sure to keep important ones out of the hands of Kayden that could determine who survives if the roomba were to decide that getting greedy with the free samples is a sin worthy of a violent, fiery death.

As Damon plans literally 5 steps ahead, Claire steps forward and immediately chooses one, ruining everything. God dammit Claire.

At this point, adjourning a meeting would just appear suspicious. The only reason why Damon might have been able to in the first place is because that dumbass roomba [i]might[/i] be programmed to mind her own damn business, and he'll be damned if there's not a strong possibility that it's connected to a security system that has eyes and ears everywhere. Already, he can imagine it, every last one of them in a fiery fucking pile from a truly excessive explosion. Hell, there's even the possibility that Kayden would see through his actions and kill them on the spot. None of his friends knows anything about what he could be packing.

The best Damon hopes for now is a nonviolence policy from the roomba or otherwise coming to grips with the soul tech before Kayden decides to drop the charade. Tempting Kayden and to go on a killing spree more than he already is without knowing with certainty which artifact can most effectively assay the issue of both Kayden [i]and the roomba[/i] is a fool's errand. Already, he can imagine it, every last one them slaughtered in a plasmatic fucking pile by an eclectic collection of impressive trinkets Kayden hid down his trousers. Hell, there's even the possibility that the roomba is as dumb as sack of potatoes dropped on its head when it was a child and won't even attempt to interfere with the slaughter.

Whatever. Whatever! Now's the time to just pick an artifact blindly, so Damon goes over to look at them all one by one, intrigued with the respective corresponding sensations they exude.

Let's see, the pixie is an obvious trap, the egg is taken and the winged sandals and black leather gloves would probably get annoying, considering that there's no other matching pair. The steel string is appealing yet uninteresting, (why a spiderweb of all things?) the angel wings seems like another trap, and the pyramid is yet another trap, and not even trying to hide it. It looks useful, conceivably, but come on, a shield within glass? What's that supposed to mean? The silver claws are the fourth trap, clearly going to rip holes wherever they are stored, and the quartz gives Damon Hotel California vibes. Finally, he comes to the last object, a sword hilt sticking out of its pedestal. He [i]immediately[/i] gets the feeling that there's no sword on the other end of that hilt, but also the feeling of 'sinister' white noise buffing the harsh edges of the static making up his usual thoughts. It's actually pretty calming, in a way.

Definitely a trap. The absolute biggest trap. A bigger trap than all the other traps in this facility combined. Even so, Damon theorizes that the white noise [i]might[/i] help with his sleeping problem and decides that such an invaluable possible utility trumps the risks, Kayden be damned.

Turning back to the roomba, he calls out to it while pointing at the hilt's display. [color=1055E5]"I'll be taking this one.					...What does it do?"[/color]