[center][h2][color=BurlyWood]Cedar.[/color][/h2][/center]

Cedar instinctively made a small gesture at the sight of the ring - a clenched fist held for a half-second in front of his throat, then with his index and middle finger extended. Cedar did not consider himself superstitious, but he had lived most his life with people who were, and certain habits had rubbed off. 

[color=BurlyWood]"Yeah, clingy exes can be a real danger,"[/color] he joked, though his voice had a bit of a hollow ring to it. His mask concealed any expression, but underneath his brow was furrowed. This on top of everything else today - [i]Rest in peace, Ruskali,[/i] ran through his head quickly - was either a very unlucky coincidence or somehow related. Either way, it fell under their jurisdiction to do something about it. [i][color=BurlyWood]This isn't quite how I imagined my first day would be,[/color][/i] he thought. 

[color=BurlyWood]"I guess we should call this in to Archer. It's been.... very hectic so far, and maybe she can make some sense of this."[/color] Cedar didn't mention that he also wanted to call Archer because the adrenaline rush going away had left Cedar practically shaking with some sort of exhaustion. He turned to Iris. Had she always been that tall? Their meeting earlier already felt like a distant memory. [color=BurlyWood]"Unless you feel up to moving it yourself. Personally, I'd rather not touch it."[/color]