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[salvationsnox]

[There's a thudding sound coming from one of the rooms in the Dressing Room, and anyone who comes to investigate would see a redhead throwing darts at a dartboard.

Nothing dangerous about that, is there?

Well -- except that this is a half-blind man. Throwing darts. And probably missing

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[stainedlotus]

[Peeeering at from a safe distance.]

Atticus?

[salvationsnox]

[Stops from throwing another dart, head tilting to the side. But then he gives a nod of acknowledgment.] You sound better.

[stainedlotus]

I've been resting a lost. [Pause.]

You bored or something?

[salvationsnox]

...A bit.

[crownedexorcist]

[Peeks in.]

...Lavi?

[salvationsnox]

[Atticus stops, recognizing the voice as an Allen's.]

It's Atticus, actually.

[crownedexorcist]

[Nods, stepping inside.]

Are you practicing?

[He noticed all the darts that missed their mark.]

[salvationsnox]

...Something like that.

[inkedblade]

[Yu is already avoiding the one that flies over her way, stooping to pick it up after it clatters against the stone.]

It might be better to close the door while you practice such activities, Bookman Jr.

[salvationsnox]

[Atticus stops, lowering his hand.] I wasn't aware that the door was open.

[inkedblade]

It was open when I walked by. [She walks over to him and holds out the dart thrown her way by accident.] I had thought that your aim was better than that.

[salvationsnox]

It used to be. [He takes the dart.]

[salvationsnox]

[Stops. Blinks. Hasn't heard that voice in a long time.]

Tyki?

[salvationsnox]

It has. I thought you've been sent back home.