A Cold Case (Semi-Open)

[becauseimboring]

Characters: Clare, Semi-Open
Time: Saturday May 5, most of the day.
Location: Blackstone, Conference Room
Content: Clare's gotta come clean to others about the Grail key.
Format: Whatever, starting prose.
Notes: Clare will be less talkative to people who she didn't invite, but if they want to drop in they can try. I'd rather have multiple people in

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[huntingmemory]

Sam walked in, having flipped his phone off. He didn't want there to be a possibility of them being overheard. Whatever this was, he was certain it was pretty important.

Smiling, he sat down across the conference table from her. "Hey, Clare."

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[huntingmemory]

Sam nodded, leaning forward. "Okay. So, a few more minds on the problem probably wouldn't hurt." He glanced at her phone. "Want me to do the same to mine as well?" It was hard to know just what could be heard through the Eggs even if they were off.

[chosenfreedom]

Dean had been working on getting some extra shells set up so he was along a few minutes later.

"Knock, knock, private party over here? Hey Clare," he remarked as he wandered in.

[skylit_torch]

Sora hadn't yet tested out his new keychain - actually, he was surprised that this weird city even gave him one - but he suspected that it would turn his keyblade into a lightsaber. Obviously, such a weapon could only be used during a civilized fight.

Still, he had been pacing around the Blackstone, examining the odd-shaped keychain with the intensity that scientists left to newly-discovered organisms. He flipped it this way and that, and wondered if the keychain was linked to the Dark Side... that'd be awful.

He was about to head back around to his room when he noticed someone sitting in one of the conference rooms, surrounded by books and piles of paper. Blinking, he peered into the room.

"Clare?"

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[skylit_torch]

Sora looked down at the keychain in his hand, still curious about its odd shape and wondering exactly how it would work in this place.

"It's a keychain. It helps me in battle." Cheerfully, he tucked the pendant into one of his numerous pockets before wandering over to the table. His eyes widened at the sheer amount of notes surrounding the girl, and he tilted his head to the side in a curious fashion. "What're you studying?"

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