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TAKSHAKA
[The room you step into looks like it could be a miniature ballroom, complete with stained glass windows and vast, ornate mirrors.
Your team's column is set into one wall, easily accessible but as impregnable as ever. One of the mirrors may prove almost as interesting, if you can tear your eyes away from your trapped teammate. Through it, you are somehow able to see every other team's column and what is inside, though nothing beyond that.
The floor beneath your feet polished, patterned wood, inlaid with the pattern of a grand sundial in your team's colors. In the center of the pattern stands a pedestal, upon which sits a collection of colorful glass ornaments. It looks like there's room for other items, but there's nothing else to be found just yet . . . ]
Your team's column is set into one wall, easily accessible but as impregnable as ever. One of the mirrors may prove almost as interesting, if you can tear your eyes away from your trapped teammate. Through it, you are somehow able to see every other team's column and what is inside, though nothing beyond that.
The floor beneath your feet polished, patterned wood, inlaid with the pattern of a grand sundial in your team's colors. In the center of the pattern stands a pedestal, upon which sits a collection of colorful glass ornaments. It looks like there's room for other items, but there's nothing else to be found just yet . . . ]
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[ohhhh god.
so much blood so much blood blood blood everywhere oh god.
rapidly backing away as fast as she can nope nope nope]
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—Robin??
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ssshakes her head in response to Finch]
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[she's not sure what to ask because there is nothing okay and there is no way anything could be okay and robin is definitely not okay]
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Don't come here! Not right now!
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Alright, but—[aaaaah worrying worrying worrying]
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If I'd kn-known you were afraid of blood I'd have been quicker. With the blowtorch.
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under current circumstances she's too busy doing her best not to look at or smell the blood, so both her mouth and nose are being covered by her hands as she pointedly stares elsewhere.
she calls out to him, muffled:]
Please clean up!
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[at least, once the stump is cauterized. He rips off his cape with his remaining hand and hurriedly starts mopping the blood up.
...nope, there's too much of it.]
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oh]
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Robin?
I...I know it's troubling if you've got a phobia, but just sit tight and I'll have it cleaned up.
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shakes her head and looks away again, for the time being.]