O little revolution in great shades!

Robin's been affected, but pucks have a tendency to keep their angst to themselves, so he'll be in the kitchen when Titus gets there, making coffee, because cafeine where you're nervous is apparently the way to go. This incoherence alone is telling of Robin's discomfort, but it's not something a stranger would pick out, very likely.

When he spots the young man, he blinks at him, tilts his head. "--- whoa, you look like you're having a rough night, buddy. Nightmares?"

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Just checking, is this a good time to -- idkwhat? *g*

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Heee... This could be interesting! Possible hatchet-burying could take place...

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And certainly not a stranger from a strange world where irrational things are normal. Titus breathes easier on seeing him. "I would hope that a nightmare is all that it was," he says. "I was writing a letter, when I heard some dark voice whispering to me, mocking me. And then some unseen hand took hold of my hand and tried to make it stab my other hand."

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Hard to tell whether Steerpike's been affected - he likely had an ordeal of his own, but that's one thing he's unlikely to discuss with anyone, let alone Titus.

And that's why he wanders down to the kitchen for some food to steal from the fridge, probably at a time where Titus is conveniently alone.

He's grumpy, and will blatantly ignore the annoying earl, for now.

See where it goes, for now I'm settling for passive-aggressive behavior rather than full out animosity. >.>

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"..... gross," Robin replies. "Good on you resisting it." Pause. "-- you feeling alright?"

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"I am shaking like leaves in a hurricane, but I am whole in body," he says, sinking down on a kitchen chair. "Though now I fear for my safety in this place."

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For the moment, Titus is wrapped up in his thoughts, trying to come up with a means of escape, something that isn't riding away. He might try paddling back up the small river that his boat floated down, into the lake. Perhaps Iggy could carry him into the sky. Or perhaps someone who knows magic could send him back to Gormenghast.

He's likely too wrapped up in his thoughts to notice a not!brother, but he's aware that someone is poking around in the fridge.

There's a couple of mangoes on a shelf, with a note under them, written in a scrawly hand: "I have plans for these."

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Someone who hasn't really been affected? Fuchsia! After an incident of being failed prey for the wolves, only to have a rather handsome champion save her, she's actually in quite a good mood.

It's her champion she's thinking of when she finds Titus.

Her good mood vanishes when looking at him. When something is wrong with Titus, handsome champions cannot improve her mood.

"Titus?"

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"It's a fair point," Robin replies seriously. "Should take it this way, though: how long have you been without feeling unsafe, here?"

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"I have dwelt here in peace since I first awoke here late in the summer," he says. "Unless one counts that night in the autumn when a giant insect pursued me through the garden." He glances away, somewhat embarrassed to admit to something that cowardly. "But that is not so terrifying as something unseen reaching into your mind and taking control of your body."

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He jolts a bit as he looks up at her. "Fuschia... Thank the Stones, you are here," he says, relieved. "Have you heard any strange whispers in the shadows?" he asks.

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.... "Ah, yeah. Yeah, that's creepy as fuck," Robin replies.

Happened to him, once.

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Mangoes sounds just perfect, and Steerpike caring little for such things as claiming notes, he just sets it aside and takes the two fruits.

He slips one in the pocket of his gabardine, then the other, and will try to make an exit unnoticed, then.

Ha.

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He hesitates, then asks, nervously, "What manner of being can do such a thing to a man, to reach into his head without so much as a by-your-leave and then to tamped with his will?"

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Congratz, Steerpike, you just nicked your master's breakfast, though when-if he gets up tomorrow, it's likely to be the least of his annoyances.

The movement catches his attention and he looks up, curious at first, then almost annoyed, though he stops himself. Not before he lets out a slightly surprised "Oh?"

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"An evil one, what else?" Robin shrugs, but his demeanor indicates how unhappy he is.

This is making him think of one thing.

Tumulus.

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"But what is it called? A demon? There were no demons in Gormenghast," he says. Part of his mind mutters something about the human variety, but he pushes this thought aside.

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Stepping closer to him, in that jerky, awkward way she moves, full of concern, and a little fear. She can be rather empathetic at times, so it's more a mirror of what she sees in him.

"I've heard nothing. What should I have heard, Titus?"

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He breathes a little easier. "You are fortunate then that you heard nothing," he says. "There is some dire being, some evil spirit that has been whispering terrible things to me."

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Steerpike looks over his shoulder smugly. "Hmmm?"

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"I'm sorry, I thought that I was alone: your presence startled me," Titus replies, keeping his tone neutral, though he might shift a bit in his seat. He's not quite sure he's seeing his not!brother, or if this is some trick of the demon that messed with his head...

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"What terrible things? I shall tell it to stop." She would, too.

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One of Titus's headmates is now just...staring at this proposal. While the idea of Fyoosh giving Morgoth an earful is making the typist guffaw.

Titus blinks at her, then says, "I would not want you to speak to it: the demon might try to get inside your head as it did to me." he pauses, then adds, "It mocked me for mourning the loss of a friend whom I had made here. And it told me it had been the one to take her away."

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