lunar_moth
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Endymion, futilely, scrubs the back of his hand over his eyes again. Man, he must have accidentally zoned out from sleep deprivation while everyone else was talking; that, or the higher power forgot she had roleplays to respond to.
He moves his hand to grasp at his chin, idly, perhaps disquietedly. From the sounds of it, the pit in the warehouse floor appeared through no coincidental means… which means, what, exactly?
“Do you suppose there’s something hidden down there? Perhaps the warehouse is merely a laundering tactic and our real culprit is hiding underground. That, or, maybe there was some sort of secret operation, until the bugs decided they wanted that tunnel instead. Ah—! Maybe the Holzekts were introduced to the warehouse on purpose, like a guard dog! It seems silly to allow such destructive creatures to build such a foundation inside a warehouse that important…. maybe none of it’s a coincidence—!” Endymion’s got both arms up by now, wildly gesticulating as if that might make his train of thought any more feasible. “Because, I mean, no offence, but I still don’t trust that no one is doing shady business beneath the surface here.”