The Silence After the Storm

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The Ken Amada who made certain threats, whom Igor didn't bring to the Velvet Room and didn't welcome, has been permanently contained within his other-world self. Many of the Velvet Room residents mobilized in the effort to neutralize the threat he posed, and now, in the moments after the devastating battle that sealed Ken away, perhaps you have business to conclude.

Maybe you're a fighter, left in the rubble the battle made of its surroundings—or maybe you were a noncombatant this time, left behind to wonder what's happening or prepare for the aftermath. Maybe you linger around the battle site, or maybe you have other things to do.

Or maybe you didn't survive. Maybe you're one of the glowing forms slowly coalescing in front of Igor's desk in the Velvet Room over the course of the subsequent half hour. Igor presides over them gravely, with no sign of his usual smile. Near his desk sits a box of snacks, familiar to anyone who's used the operation's training room.

[[ooc: This post is a general catch-all for the aftermath of the battle! It's backdated to February 26, the day Ken got got.]]

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[wipingallout]

...She's reminded of Mutatsu, the old monk chomping on his cigar and bellowing for more booze. Of the moments where his whisky glass was topped off and he would glower at her, scolding her for being where she didn't belong - then in the same breath, going on with whatever life advice he felt like rattling off that night.

The smell of the alcohol was pretty strong, even from just being held out towards her.

Despite how Mutatsu always told her to fuck off, don't mess with your youthful looks by drinking, there was no... aversion to it.

After all. She was dead - twice over, in fact. And once she disappeared from this place it would be back to her death.

So... wordlessly, she took the decanter in her hand, before taking a swig.