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[color=f26522][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Confinement (Attic)
[color=f26522][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=f26522][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Sighing, he didn't give a damn what these people's real name was. He didn't know them. What the hell did real names matter at this point other than maybe using that information to blackmail someone later on? Titian just shook his head. [color=f26522]"Well my name is Kliment Lothaire. I am 34 years old. I enjoy strong drinks, being awesome, and long walks on the beach with pretty women. I learned to tie my own shoes at three and I can eat [i][b]every fucking chicken in this place[/b][/i]. Oh and I can be a bit aggressive towards people if they get on my bad side. Who's next? Oh right. It doesn't matter,"[/color] he said while he rolled his eyes. 

	Titian was all for having some fun, especially at anothers expense. Hell, even at his own. Thing was, after what he had seen earlier in the night he had a choice to make. Right hand or in the path. Considering he walked that line daily in his life, he rode it out to see what would happen. Then he did and well, he knew crazy. And not the good kind of crazy either that was fun in the bedroom. Okay, well he knew that as well but this wasn't that type of crazy. This was dangerous crazy. They were there because of getting blackmailed. And even his dumb ass could figure out that wasn't the focus of what was going on here. People were pointing fingers to get keep fingers from being pointed at themselves. Titian might have been obnoxious but he wasn't evil. He wasn't good either but just damn. [i][b]The man had patience, it was an asset, but you see, he failed it, epicly. He had failed keeping his aggression, an affliction of his, in check.[/b][/i]

	The man had had enough. Rubbing the back of his neck he started to chuckle. [color=f26522]"Oh I seem to remember Swamp being in a battle of chairs with Cobalt there when all that happened. Refusing to move at all, after trying to help the woman who fainted at the gate."[/color] How could anyone forget the Chair Wars? Smirking he continued. [color=f26522]"But hey, weren't [i][b]you[/b][/i] by that poor woman's chair? More than that, under it, [b][i]messing with it[/i][/b], just before it went up?"[/color] he asked looking at Walnut. She had been sitting right next to the chair that went up into the air carrying Kindle, Walnut had fallen out of her chair right before and was right there. He kept thinking back on the night, as he was walking through the first floor with Walnut. Then he remembered the the Gun Room. [color=f26522]"Oh and then threatened to cut the tongue out of one servant if he didn't speak and followed that up by asking for a weapon from the same man? Shall we call him in here and see if he will nod yes or no when asked?"[/color] And then there was the Joyous Corridor when people started yelling for help after Mauve attacked a bird and Plum ended up stabbing himself in the foot. [color=f26522]"Then you stated have skills in matters when it comes to the injured not long before you shot Swamp. Are those skills in healing or inflicting? You are rather mad woman are you not? I must applaud you though, you have beauty to hide it, for a time."[/color] Holding his hands out he gave her a mocking clap or two. The man had tried to cover her earlier. Why he had no idea. And it took him a while for the gears to kick into place just how cuckoo this woman was, he wasn't the brightest after all but he wasn't as stupid as people seemed to think he was. Now that things fell into place and before she painted one more person as the murder she was, it was over. 

	[color=f26522]"I might be dense but to me it seems the real danger is that little bird right there,"[/color] he said pointing to Walnut. [color=f26522]"Or..."[/color] thumbing over at the woman who dropped the knife, [color=f26522]"maybe look at the other one that is drawing weapons right now. You know, the actual in the room threats."[/color] Shrugging he crossed his arms over his chest. [color=f26522]"Hell, don't listen to me, I'm just the big dumb lug around here right?"[/color] It might have sounded like he was pulling shit out of his ass but out of all the theories so far, his was the only one that could be backed up with witnesses. Either those in the room now or the servants in the house. These were the events as they had unfolded in front of everyone. He wasn't saying Swamp wasn't a threat, but Swamp wasn't in the room and he was far more concerned with Death when it was right in front of him looking like an angel. 

	*Above are obvious things all or at least one other character/NPC was witness to. Now before anyone else metagames things - such as knowing Titian was checking to see if he would break a door down (as one of the most recent examples) - especially without a roll - shall we move on? Remember, if a character doesn't say it or obviously do something, you need a check. Thankies! 

	~Your loving but at the end of her rope GM~ 

		Lady A