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~ [i]Casing the Court[/i]~[/center]

Shaun felt sick from the literal rollercoaster that had brought the group to the Court. His head was spinning, and he looked pale enough where even a doctor might worry for him. For a minute it looked like he was going to throw up. There was a clears look of confusion and disorientation in his eye that said he really was not alright at present.

But that look quickly dissolved just as the room did into madness. Davis appeared on the verge of a full on psychotic break, if he wasn't already experiencing one, and everyone else was equally grasping in an attempt to deny his accusations. It couldn't have been krista who killed Mondatta... Right? That was impossible. There wasn't a chance that she was the blackened here.

He pulled the handbook from his pocket and placed in on the table in front of him, scanning through the different clues that had been uncovered, while idly tuning into the argument occurring around him. Davis was talking about nobody asking the right questions, but it didn't seem like he was asking them either; he was just making baseless claims, using speculation on events he never witnessed.

Finally, Shaun decided to speak up.
[colour=SlateBlue]"Then what about the handle, Davis?"[/colour] he sounded collected and calm, but quickly remembered himself; a blush spread across his face as he realised how stupid he must have sounded, trying to act cool and heroic, [colour=SlateBlue]"I-if what you s-say is true... H-how does the h-handle factor into things? I-if you cant pr-prove how that plays a r-role, th-then your argument is fl-flawed..!"[/colour]