Osozo
all watched over by machines of loving grace
If there's an argument when they grab the case, it's ignored in favour of the explosive opening they've decided on, a remarkably successful move, if they do say so themself. Though, the case is ignored in favour of the knife, daubed with red. Osozo picks it up quickly, their hair shifting a bright green, eye's fading out to near white as they examine the apparent murder weapon, the inscriptions on it.
"There's another message." They announce to the room, twirling the knife between their fingers. "Lledik eth neueq." Again, their tongue smooths over the not words easily. "There's more numbers on the back too." Osozo is prepared to share the blade with whoever is interested, though they're insistent on holding it themself, merely holding it out to be examined.
Their eyes move to Bastien, a brow raised. They knew the answer, clearer now than it had been before, but they held their tongue. As much as they wanted to be the winner, as it were, they were enough of a fair sport to give the others the chance as well.
"There's another message." They announce to the room, twirling the knife between their fingers. "Lledik eth neueq." Again, their tongue smooths over the not words easily. "There's more numbers on the back too." Osozo is prepared to share the blade with whoever is interested, though they're insistent on holding it themself, merely holding it out to be examined.
Their eyes move to Bastien, a brow raised. They knew the answer, clearer now than it had been before, but they held their tongue. As much as they wanted to be the winner, as it were, they were enough of a fair sport to give the others the chance as well.
