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15strangers2017-05-27 12:15 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2017-05-27 12:15 pm
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THE FIRST TRIAL
[Soon after the final clue is found, there are three more loud, unsettling tonal clangs, all which go right to the bone. No matter where they are, the Titled will hear another, loud creak.
The set of doors on the left are slowly opening, revealing a long, long corridor, with a very long flight of stairs going upwards, just barely visible at the end of it.
The Intercessor's voice booms through the air and shakes the ground, sounding loud and clear no matter where the Titled might be standing at that moment.]
ENTER!
[The voice brooks no argument. As soon as everyone goes through the set of double doors, they close behind them. There is no choice, and no turning back. The Titled must go up the stairs at the end of the hall. They feel like they take forever, but when the stairs are finally traversed, there is a single door at the top, already open to them.
Welcome to the Debate Hall, Titled. Its the best-lit place you've seen, with gas lamps on the wall bright as possible. Its also the emptiest place they've ever seen so far - its massive and yet the Titled and the Intercessor are the only individuals to be seen in the entire area.
Seems, because there is faint chanting coming from the darkness behind that stage at the other end. There's no real way to hear what's being said, no matter how close you try to get. No way to check if there's even anyone on or behind the stage to make such chanting possible. The only person remotely close to the stage, standing on the stone steps, is the Intercessor.
There is also a faint rumble in the air, as if the world itself mourns the crime committed.
So. Take your seats at your stone desks to face one another as you debate. And yes, they are stone. Yes, they have stone chairs with which to sit in. And yes, your Title is on your assigned chair, etched in with chisel and hammer. Every desk also has a copy of the Writs with Orders 7 and 8 circled, and a copy of the autopsy file of the deceased on top of it; that is all the aid you will get from whoever brought you here. The rest, it seems, is up to the Titled, with what they have found.
Seats 7 and 8 are empty. Their copies of the rules and evidence lay untouched.
Once everyone has taken their seats, the strange, ominous chanting stops. Its time. Bound in blood, the death warrant has already been signed. The contract is complete. Its now just a question of finding the guilty party to fulfill the call for justice.
So, get ready, Titled.
EXECUTION: Promise Broke
Their tone is somber.]
...The vote is 11 for Indulgent, with 3 abstaining.
...I am so very sorry, Indulgent.
[Instantly, Yusuke is firmly grabbed by invisible hands, and quietly dragged up to the stage. The Intercessor brings out a small, bone-like dagger, which they stare at before proceeding to approach Yusuke as the invisible figures begin to bring him into the shadows.]
I promise you I will make this quick painless.
[Yusuke nods, a moment of quiet, sad peace on his face as he closes his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.
The ground rumbles.
"I'll be with you soon, Mother."
They are his last words.
But not because the Intercessor killed him, no.
Oh no.
That would be too easy.
Almost instantly after those words tumble out of his mouth, there is a sudden BANG on the ceiling of the stage. A second BANG causes the ceiling to give way entirely, knocking everyone to the floor, and at last revealing the massive, green-and-dark brown, festering head and glowing eyes of the real executor.
Screams come from the shadows.
It's a dragon.]
K R O O O O O
[It's a sickly thing as it abruptly bends its head down, bringing its forelegs into the room with a slam, as if its front is being painfully shoved in. But it is strong, and horrifying. Hands and arms or all shapes and sizes seem to stretch from beneath the very skin of its neck and legs, pushing out, trying to hold onto something to pull, while the teeth seem to shift and change with every passing second from sharp to nothing to human-sized. Its eyes are unfocused, wide, and pinpricks beneath dark scelera. Almost like the Intercessor's, but on a very different face.
The Intercessor tries to get up to get Yusuke away.]
NO--
[They are abruptly backhanded away by arms and more arms into the nearest wall.
The dragon's roar strains as if to speak.]
S I S S S S S S
[Yusuke manages to stand, looking back at the group, terrified, then back at the dragon as it wails. He hesitates, as if to run to the group, and surely he could as even the invisible hands once holding him seem to have fled in terror. But he stops after one step, looking up again at the beast. Staring at its face.
And after a moment, clenches his fists and stands his ground.
As if on cue, the dragon snaps. The first bite brings the upper half of Yusuke into its mouth. The second devours him whole with a loud CRUNCH, small bits of blood splattering and dripping on the floor beneath, before wobbling, almost limping for a moment, staring at the survivors.
And then at the Intercessor, still reeling from the smack, last.]
K R O O---
[It lets out a strangled sound as, suddenly, its head and arms lifts up uselessly, smacking into the side of the whole it made, before disappearing into the darkness beyond the Depths.
The Intercessor was, at least, right about one thing.
It was a quick death.]
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As the dragon leaves, Rubedo just stands there silently, hand gripping his left arm tightly. Those who were paying attention during the strip search or who saw him butchering meat in short sleeves before might notice that his hand is firmly covering the head of his dragon tattoo.]
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Because she freezes and stares at the thing. Eyes wide and fur on end.
Even the Cerberus from the cliffside didn't compare to that... Two bites, with one mouth. That's all it took. Not three mouths of sharp teeth mixed with claws.
She doesn't move from the spot, not even an inch.]
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Then there was the set of loud BANG's, the second which had knocked even him to the floor, but it couldn't have prepare him for that. No amount of creative imagination could have thought this up, making it even more surreal that he was actually looking at probably the weirdest - and creepiest - Dragon that he'd ever seen, the disconcerting arms and hands stretching from it's neck actually serving to send shivers down his spine. If to hammer in how truly terrifying this dragon actually was, the intercessor even looked like he'd been not expecting this either and was absolutely no match as the beast swatted him away like it was nothing at all.
An uneasy feeling welled up in the pit of his gut and it took no genius to figure out where this was going. Killua turned his eyes away from the sight to try and find Futaba, forcing his legs to move and get up in time for him to move to where she was and a passing glance saw the Dragon actually moving which solidified in his mind what he had to do.
Mainly as soon as he was behind her, he reached out to try and cover her eyes so she wouldn't have to witness the sight of the Dragon devouring Yusuke with a sickening crunch that made him cringe and feel as if ice cold water had been dumped over his head. ]
...Don't look, Futaba.
[ The last thing anyone needed to see was their friend killed in such a way. Even he knew this much. He feels like he can't move much from now, left helpless to watch as the Dragon backed off and returned to wherever it had come from. ]
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Papyrus tries to walk forward. Maybe...maybe this doesn't have to happen! Maybe the monster is just...maybe...
..........
And then it ate Yusuke. And he was too terrified to help. He, the Great Papyrus, who was brave and wonderful.
He failed.
.........................
Papyrus now understands death a little.]
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Harley ducks slightly as the ceiling suddenly falls down, and then there's a dragon that's apparently made of nightmares coming down through it.]
A dragon? There are dragons here?
[This is actually odd enough that she glances around her.]
Hey, everyone else can see this, right?
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I'm not the bad one. It's not my fault. It's so cold... why... [He continues like this for a while, not really making much sense. It doesn't make sense to him either, like patchy darkness is swallowing his mind whole at the same time the teen's body disappears. He's simply paralyzed, choking in disbelief.]
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But they were too weak. She was too weak. Because when a dragon comes crashing through the ceiling, all she can do is stand stock-still and watch as Yusuke and the Intercessor are batted away like flies. This wasn't an enemy she could take in their current states, and it only drove home just how outmatched they were in this whole situation. For as much as she analyzed the enemy, as much as she wanted to dash over and drag both of them away, she knew she would only meet the same fate - to be swatted away like something insignificant.
She can't do anything but close her eyes tightly as she hears the grotesque sound of a person being crushed between unforgiving jaws. And when she opens her eyes next, it's already gone.]
Intercessor you may want to grab him GUESS WHO HAS BAD DRAGON MEMORIES
At least. Until the dragon.
In a moment, he's back in Lothlann, and his people are dying beneath dragon flames, and Glaurung the Golden is laughing. Their blades cannot pierce his armor and their horses flee, and the air is so hot that even armor burns.
He doesn't even think. But he's lunging forwards, drawing his blade, for it's no longer Yusuke there but his men, and this is one of their oldest foes.
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[The Intercessor staggers forward to grab Maglor, even as the dragon has already departed.]
HUNTER! NO!!
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It is unclear if he even hears the Intercessor speak, but when the dragon is gone he slumps in his arms, furious and trembling with trapped impotence.
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[They will try and be gentle as they lead Maglor away. However, Maglor can no doubt feel just how much the Intercessor is trembling as they do so.]
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