Osozo
all watched over by machines of loving grace
The back room immediately opens a dozen doors to things Osozo had never given thought to before, and in almost the same instant, closes all of those doors again. It seems to overwhelming to deal with, better to not, not for some time at least. Thankfully, there is an actual clue in the room as well, words scrawled on the wall, seemingly nonsensical. Osozo stared at them a moment, a hand coming up to stroke their chin. Then, as if lightning struck, they nodded, and sent a cursory look around the room again before stepping back out of it, closing the door behind them.
Bastien is offered a sympathetic, but mechanical, pat to the shoulder, as Osozo passes, stepping into the studio after the fiery headed girl, the last one to arrive, and the one who didn't seem to already be friends with those in attendance. "Have you found anything in here?" They ask smoothly, hands folded neatly behind their back, hair and eyes shifting until they settle in a bright orange, an almost unintentional imitation.
Bastien is offered a sympathetic, but mechanical, pat to the shoulder, as Osozo passes, stepping into the studio after the fiery headed girl, the last one to arrive, and the one who didn't seem to already be friends with those in attendance. "Have you found anything in here?" They ask smoothly, hands folded neatly behind their back, hair and eyes shifting until they settle in a bright orange, an almost unintentional imitation.
