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Poirot looks up from his walking cane at the small noises at the back of the chapel. Seeing the rats, even as they handed Robin his clothing, the elderly detective winces and draws up his feet. "Ugh, such dirty creatures, rats." He holds his cane in both hands, ready to strike if one came near him.
He stares at Robin, and shakes his head. "A brave soul." he glances up and over at Erika. "And yet, a possible piece of the puzzle. Rats who are helpful and return items, instead of stealing them as is normal." He looks back at the door they all came in, even as he keeps his feet up off the floor - resting them on the kneeler in front of him. "The Ours du Diable has twisted this as he has all else."
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He stares at Robin, and shakes his head. "A brave soul." he glances up and over at Erika. "And yet, a possible piece of the puzzle. Rats who are helpful and return items, instead of stealing them as is normal." He looks back at the door they all came in, even as he keeps his feet up off the floor - resting them on the kneeler in front of him. "The Ours du Diable has twisted this as he has all else."
@Gummi Bunnies
@The Pimp Tactician
@Atomky