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Daimyon stayed in the room, hunched over his notebook until the screens came alive again and announced the end of the investigation. Against all impulses, he forced himself to pen the final words—he would have had more to write, but something told him it was not wise to ignore the urging call. Even still he made it to the gathering place last, almost missing the trial. He felt particularly squeamish on the rollercoaster, though not for its twists and turns but the heavy atmosphere that pressed down on the group of Infinites. The poet had always possessed a good intuition, and more often than not the general mood of his surroundings influenced his own, for better or worse.

As they each took their place at their designated podium in the ‘courtroom’ and the discussion began, Daimyon was reminded of something rather crucial. He would have remembered it earlier were it not for the, ah, [i]even more[/i] crucial thoughts that had occupied his mind until this very moment. Still, it was no excuse to forget something so much depended on, and that brought the poet another query: why was his mind having so much trouble keeping thoughts in order? Perhaps he had isolated himself too much for his own good. He needed to refocus his priorities; give that mysterious diary a rest.

He would have time to decide on that later. For now, he buried his head in his documents, opening the fourth tab of the e-handbook and pouring over the information in there and matching it up with the observations he had written down in his notebook. He could see that most of the group was already engaged in theorising and hoped that no one would mind his temporary silence. Once he felt a bit more equipped with knowledge, he looked back up, waiting for an opportunity to speak up. He felt obligated to when Mary's words made Shaun's face go red as a beetroot.

[color=seagreen]“That is no cause for concern! Marianne was also in [i]my[/i] room a few times—doesn't mean anything, ahem, happened.”[/color] The poet smiled an unassuming smile. [color=seagreen]“As with me, she must have had an appropriate reason for visiting Shaun as well.”[/color] The hapless web designer next to him promptly gave the answer which lit yet another light in his head. [color=seagreen]“The note! Of course!”[/color] With a quick sleight of hand, he pulled out the card nestled inbetween the pages of his notebook and read its words out aloud. [color=seagreen]“[i]‘They were the original Infinite Trickster, before the current one.’[/i], it says. Why, we already happen to have an Infinite Trickster in our ranks,”[/color] he turned to the Infinite with that title, [color=seagreen]“Jezebel! Might I ask, are you aware of anyone possessing your talent before you?”[/color]