FINAL TRIAL

[strangerpeople]

FINAL TRIAL

[Soon after the final clue it found, the large set of double doors at the end of the hall finally open.

And beyond is what Nyaf-ya calls the Room of Reckoning. And this room is...]





[...rather impressive. Large, for certain. Maybe a bit too large for the space it would have to occupy beneath the mall, or to have light streaming from the windows, all things considered. But given everything else that the surviving strangers have encountered, this might not be the strangest thing with this situation overall.

There is a wooden throne at the top of the staircase, and at the bottom of the staircase are four large, comfortable-looking sitting pillows - one green, one orchid, one gold, and one pink. The red pillars surrounding the staircase are also decorated with markings that definitely don't look like they fit the aesthetic of the room.

There are also two low hot pot induction cooker tables in the great hall area before the staircase. One table has six spots, all with sitting pillows, each with a name written onto a paper placed carefully on a plate. When everyone sits at their place, they will find that the stove in the center is already heated and ready to go, and every imaginable ingredient for a proper barbecue and hot pot meal is available to them for cooking. A pitcher of their favorite drink is also next to each respective cup.

And, once everyone finds their place, their phone pings with a message.]

Once you've figured everything out, the Boss....wants to talk to you. She doesn't want to fight. Not this time. Please, take your time, but please be careful, ok? The rules of the Game are still in effect.

We're rooting for you. I know you'll find a way!

[So it's time, then. The objectives are simple in this trial.

It's time to finally answer the questions the Titled have about why they are here - and face the Masterminds behind the Game.

Good luck, Titled.]

Comments

[theirmagic]

... I expected... more wings, somehow? And less of tech-wizard using a phone?

[ She seems... vaguely amused. ]

I'm surprised. You... remind me a lot of Croix.

[comesaround]

Well Angels come in all forms so I think he's fine as he is.

[ Just the most casual shrug of his shoulders here. He thinks you're a good Angel, Seven. ]

[7_0_7]

Jovian is also fine as he is! [FINGER GUNS. YOU ARE ALL RIGHT, KARMA. YOU HAVE THE SPACE TITLE SO IN SOME WAYS YOU ARE SEVEN'S FAVE.]

But you just can't see my wings right now. The wings are the secret!!

[comesaround]

[ Going to crack a bit of a grin at that because yeah, Seven seems like the least threatening here - even if appearances could be deceiving - and he has a couple things he'd like to ask him anyway. ]

As much as I like the title, you can call me Karma. Less formal that way.

[ Then a pause and he comes up, moving so he can wave a hand behind Seven to see if the wings were still there, but invisible. ]

Is there something that has to be done before we can see them?

[7_0_7]

Sure! You just have to find a meatball tree seed, put it in some PhD Pepper until it fizzes to dissolve, get a cow to drink the entire soda, and then drink the cow's milk a week later! After that you will see all of the secret angels around you for the rest of your life.

[He nods sagely.

This is complete horseshit.]

[comesaround]

[ Raising an eyebrow at that for a total of five seconds before a laugh escapes him and he shakes his head. ]

Right. I'll have to make sure I get right on it, then. Better be worth it when it's done.

[ Did he just go right along with that ridiculous shit? Why yes. Yes he did. While grinning like the cat who ate the canary. ]