A month later: still UG@ box?

[started_from_the_bottom]

(1)
[[For MONTHS now... yes, months... Simon has been sulking. It's obvious what he's sulking about; Kamina. However, he has the strangest means of doing so. Every once in a while, he comes out of his little hidey hole off in some odd corner of the ship to get a rock, or a slab of metal. While doing so, he drags his feet and has his goggles pulled down over his eyes, shutting out the rest of the world.]]

(2)
[[And this is the result of you stalking him. Dozens upon dozens of statues and busts of Kamina, strewn about. Carved from stone, bent from metal... he's spending a disturbing amount of time just sitting here, moping and making more figurines of his bro.


(3)
[[Once in a blue moon, Simon comes out of his funk... FOR A RAMPAGE! Those on-and-off incidents where the Chalice is attacked by many offscreen foes, Simon does his part, by smashing and drilling through everything in a blind rampage.

And typically such rampages come at a disregard for his own well being, and a slightly less concern for the well-being of others... especially those in his way.]]

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[littleshortforanelemental]

When in doubt, ask questions. That was an investigator's first rule. He closed the loupe and put it back in his pocket.

"Who was he?"

He began loosening the cowl of his field uniform. People tended to talk more easily to someone with a face they could see, he'd found.

[started_from_the_bottom]

"He was the strongest, bravest guy I knew." he mutters.

"Bro... wasn't ever afraid... he was strong... Now that he's gone, I can't do anything without him."

[littleshortforanelemental]

The face that was revealed could have been in its 40s or 50s, with tan skin and greying hair. He could have been someone's kindly uncle if it weren't for being nearly seven feet tall and packed with muscle.

"And is that what you think a great man would want for his trothkin? To be unable to do anything without him?"

[started_from_the_bottom]

Your logic may be sound, but, that's not going to break his despair that easily.

"He knew... I wasn't anything without him... What am I supposed to do with him gone... I couldn't even protect him..."

[littleshortforanelemental]

"Hmm..." Nikolai rubbed his grey stubble. Curiosity as a historian (by way of a tradition of duelling) made him press on. "Tell me more of him. What where his deeds? How did he approach life?" He gave the sibbie what he hoped was a reassuring smile.