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.]

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[comesaround]

[ He can't help the soft chuckle that escaped him, nodding and raising a fist up to meet Akira's. All while wearing a bit of a grin himself. ]

Yeah. Make sure not to hold anything back.

[beguiledcard]

[ There's a warmth to his grin for a moment.

So... they'll need to make this official, right??? He thinks back to the moment during Goro's trial, pauses while fighting against those lingering feelings surrounding that memory...

He holds out his fractured hand, silently asking Karma to take it. Perhaps it won't be too difficult to be registered as a show of trust (he's seen Chariot using, in fact)... ]

Karma Akabane -- Jack...

[ His expression is more serious, now. There's a firmness, an unyielding determination. ]

I want you to know I trust you entirely with my life. No matter what happens here, now, or even in the future...

[ A warmth still lingers in his expression. ]

What do you say... partner?

[comesaround]

[ While the technicalities of how this whole thing worked, he did understand the gesture behind Akira offering his one hand to him. Perhaps that was why he took it without question, holding it firmly but not enough that it would be causing any discomfort as he then met Akira's gaze.

He's not quite used to someone saying something like that to him, so it has his eyes widening just a touch before his expression turns warm; assured and confident. ]

Heh. Never thought i'd see the day where someone would trust me with their life, but... I can say it goes both ways in this case, Joker. I don't say this lightly, either. You're reliable and can hold your own in a fight, and I pretty much consider you something like a brother if that says anything.

[ First time he's stating this aloud but surely this should be obvious anyway? Either way, he feels no hesitations about what's to come. Being able to put his trust in Akira and having that returned was a valuable thing, after all. ]

I'm ready. Let's face this with no regrets.