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Was Aiguma this troll's name? Huh. Well - it didn't really matter, he thought. It looked like he and Sarcel had both been temporarily disabled, but Alifax usually functioned in public without his powers, and he was competent enough without them. Sarcel probably was, too - she'd just be a bit more noticeable than she'd previously been. Which was a pity.

Priestess Aiguma or whatever went on to, uh, scold them at length. Alifax put on a listening face, but honestly he didn't have much interest in her objections. No one could really say what was relevant, especially since much of this rumpus seemed to have been designed to deliberately mislead. And he hadn't really seen her volunteering to share information, either, or hinting that she'd found any. He was smart enough to not say that, either.

"We were discussing sensitive information," he shrugged, and attempted to break past her to head toward the rumpus room. Had the chalk finally been freed? There was so much information to consider now. And with any luck someone had been paying enough attention to see what'd been changing, and who had access to which rooms.

Sarcel watched the scene unfold, Alifax pushing by quickly—Oh no, was he mad?—and Tamiya... doing whatever it was that she was doing (firecrotch, was that supposed to be Alifax?). It was over almost as soon as it had started, door shut in her face, and one companion less than when she started. She sniffed, throat still sore and burning. That could have been a lot worse. Sarcel still felt incredibly uneasy however. When didn't she.

Heaving a rather dramatic sigh, she looked over the rest of the hivestem. Most of the other parties seemed remarkably involved with themselves or each other, and from the looks of it, their little debacle seemed unnoticed. Sarcel dared a glance down at her still visible body. It was hard to explain how she could make herself invisible, but every time she attempted... it just sent a numbing sensation throughout her body, made her head feel a little heavy, like she was on the brink of succeeding but... obviously not. It made her skin itch. She put her glove back on before she started scratching at the unpleasant feeling.

No, she had things to do, and honestly any place would be better that here. The cigs hadn't affected her speed anyway, and she was quick to zip out the door, no glances over her shoulder.

Aconan popped into the central hivestem for a few moments, looking determined. Sitting down, she scribbled some notes in her book before cautiously approaching the Empress and curtseying as low as possible.

"Apologies for disturbing you, your grace, but may I write something upon the wall?"

Eridia analyzed the wall and glared. As if she'd write anything because some obviously hormone affected lowblooded being told her so. The child crossed her arms and analyzed what the others have written so far and associated it with what she knew. Afterwards, Eridia walked away from the wall. She wouldn't want him to think he had won after all. Eridia thought that with Gerard missing, everyone would misinterpret it. That was something that couldn't happen. She saw familiar figures sitting on a... loveseat. Oh ho ho hoooo~

Were they exchanging some info? And what's with the whole knight in shining amour movements? Her senses tingled again as she spied on them from a safe distance. Oh she just had to approach them later. Too bad she was concentrating on the case.

[+] Kursha Vidari

A short while after the third power outage, Kursha returned to the central hivestem. He had some questions for Her Majesty that could not wait any longer. Unfortunately, it looked like they would have to. A greenblood was currently pestering Regina over the chalk. With a huff, Kursha rolled his eyes and waited.

Scanning the room, he searched for any other trolls he knew that he could wheedle information from. At this point it was clear to him that not all the information that was uncovered made it up onto the wall. Either people had ulterior motives, or the nature of such was... too sensitive for public consumption. Unfortunately, no one he recognised was about. No one he felt like talking to anyway.

In one chair however, he spotted a familiar face; familiar in the sense at least that he had seen the blueblood around the central hivestem a few times. Most notably with Elidae. He felt a pang at the memory. That wasn't all though. With a frown Kursha studied the blueblood, taking in his attire. He had seen him somewhere else before. But where was it...?

An image of a young troll in a hoofbeast mask came to mind. Aha. So, this was the punk-a** kid who had raised a din about finding the culprit on his own and then left before Kursha could address everyone. He glanced back towards the wall where Regina still stood in conversation. Aside from Eostre's notes, there was a distinct lack of cooler colours. Nothing else between his blood hue and Regina's.

A sharp grin spread over Kursha's face as his jaw clenched. This kid...

“Ohhhh?” A voice drawled behind Leeroi. Kursha had slipped up behind him, quiet as a stalkbeast, and now peered over his shoulder. “Wow! You've got a notebook and everything. Almost like you're a real detective.” He gave a wink. “You don't mind if I take a look, do you?” As usual, Kursha did not bother waiting for a reply. He reached over to snatch the notebook, and holding it just out of reach, began to flip through it.

[+] Kursha Vidari

“Autograph book?” Kursha sneered, not bothering to even look at the kid. “What do you need that f...” He did not get a chance to finish. The blueblood let out a primal scream and proceeded to headbutt him. Kursha felt the air go out of him, as the blow connected in his chest. He involuntarily cringed. On one hand, the blueblood had not hit him that hard—how much damage could one measly kid do?—but on the other, it had only been a couple weeks since the mission in the swamp.

Letting out a snarl, Kursha hooked an arm around the kid's neck. Twisting, he leaned into him to force him to the floor. As they both fell, he drove all his weight onto the kid. They landed with a crash, the blueblood pinned beneath him. Sitting up, Kursha stepped on his back. “How about an apology?”

"Mera, then!" That was a nickname right from the start, right? That was good. She nodded along with understanding, flicking a glance up at the board as it was mentioned. Technically she had something up there, but it was in Kursha's color since he'd written it. She'd have to find something good to put up there too. "I've just gotten lots of stuff to think about too, nothing very solid. I guess because I've only talked to a couple of adults so far. Some of what they've told me is kind of interesting though!"

She went over it all in her mind again, considered, and then gave one more decisive nod. "I'll tell you what all they told me if you tell me what they told you!" They were still supposed to be sharing information, even if there was a little less of that after the situation with Gerard and the rumor. She needed to know more if she was gonna solve this, after all! She started to say more, but then there was a shriek from somewhere across the room and she startled, head turning.

"Why is he so awful?" She gasped, staring at Kursha and Leeroi. She was really very confused as to why it was happening at all, especially right now, but maybe the blueblood had tried being as awful to the Captain as he'd been to her, and now he was going to learn a lesson. Yes, that was it.

Gl!tch~