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[truth_is_cold]

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[There is apparently one section on the fifth floor that's full of royally pissed off people. This lovely little announcement starts out with the sound of a hand slamming a communicator several times because the thing just isn't turning on fast enough, or working to his liking.]

Anyone up for a game of chess or Pai Sho or... practically anything? I have a ridiculous amount of games.

I'll need about twenty minutes to clean my room. [Because he has been breaking things left and right.]

I think I'll be leaving soon. At least for a little while. [Possibly for good. He's not sure yet. He's thinking that might be the case.] I need someone to be responsible for Ben for me, but I need to see my daughter. "Blame" whoever you like, I can't be of any use right now.

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[truth_is_cold]

This evening. I'll have had enough time to get together a few belongings. [Mostly his gifts; the room is largely a replica of one that he has at home.]

[wedonot]

I'll be there.

[truth_is_cold]

[He has the room nuetral smelling by the time Charles arrives. He's extremely unsettled, not knowing that he really wants to kill someone and can't find even the remotest inkling of value in that man's life right now. If he didn't have Ben to set a good example for? It's very likely he would have risked his position as a warden by now and actually went after Ladd.

Quite a bit of murderous rage is buried under a very calm demeanor. He has the board set up, stone pieces from the set that Arthas gave him.

When his door chimes and slides open, he inclines his head towards the opposite side of the table.] Have a seat.

[wedonot]

[Charles isn't exactly simmering with murderous rage, but there's definitely a lot of negative emotion clouding his thoughts at the moment. He's over the cold by now, except for the lingering cough, and the talk with Erik had gone well, but the conversation with Anya still sat very uncomfortably with him, especially given what he and Erik had ended up talking about while he'd been sick. And with Morgana gone, he would be lying if he said he was brimming with boundless hope and enthusiasm for the Barge right now.

So instead of asking Rhade what's wrong or if he wants to talk about it, he just takes a seat and manages a sort of wan smile.]

I promise I won't cheat. [It's a joke, because where's the fun in that, really?]

[truth_is_cold]

I don't. [He's half joking. Half the game is attempting not to get caught. But his heart's not in it at the moment.]