FINAL TRIAL

[strangerpeople]

FINAL TRIAL

[Soon enough, soon enough.

The ticking doesn't stop by the time everyone starts to congregate at the temple. It's ultimately not hard to find; after going north for a little bit, it becomes all too clear where the temple is.]




[The very top of the temple has a room, one of cold stone and blood. There is a stone table at the center; there is nothing on it but dried blood. There are no chairs, no food, no coffins-only small, hastily-scribbled circles to indicate where people might need to stand to face their captors.

And stand they will need to, as they wait for the Stewards to arrive. The time for what will very likely be a final confrontation is almost upon them. Now it's just a question of putting together the clues they've found-and seeing if there truly is a way out of this predicament.

Only one thing is certain-at this point, anything is possible.]



[It's time! The objectives are simple in this trial. It's time to finally answer the questions the Titled have about why they are here, and what, exactly, the route they all intend to take after five long weeks - especially when the Stewards arrive.

GOOD LUCK, TITLED!]

[EDIT: VOTING IS OPEN! This will close at midnight EST on May 25th!]

Comments

[joinhands]

I can promise... Shinigami will get... nothing. They've learned the truth about him. It's a huge victory!

You taught me that history can change, Giriko. Showed me Isabella suffering. I'll never forget what you've done for me...

[Then she's decaptchalogued an axe and is just plain swinging down at his little head repeatedly.]

...and I'm sure you'll see our lady again in hell!

[relieable]

[he stops running and just. stares.

holy shit?]

[incendiarize]

[HE GRINS BRIGHTER!!]

Pain Formula!! [And he howls with laughter as he runs.]

[necroyalty]

[ She's so, so proud of you, Krone. ]

You're cute and all, Giriko, [ a wry smile ] but I believe we'll see ourselves out.

[15unknowns]

Aaaagh-

[There's an axe in his face. Again and again. It's full of Krone's wavelength too, and it's in a place where his chains weren't protecting. He always transfers his soul after they've grown, he hasn't been this small in hundreds of years. He was careless about the height difference. About trusting people, too. Arachne told him never to do that, huh? He thought he was just preserving her research, not killing them all straight away, but perhaps he was actually a fool letting the loneliness get to him, or after Asura, looking for a place to die. He'd never admit that old bastard was right though. He asked her to do this, before.... perhaps he can muster a little belief, this time, for her art of deception. So as they chop into his face, he starts laughing too.]

Ahahaha [CHOP!] heheheh [HACK!] you fucking bitch! better not... waste it...

[Giriko, the Youngest Steward, is dead.]

[relieable]

[hm. you know? this is a fitting end for you, Giriko, to be killed by Krone. Osomatsu sneaks over to grab the weird cube-object from his hand. he'll take it with them since they're all getting out of the temple.

maybe they can do something with this...]

[yonosoymaria]

[He should be horrified, and yet -

And yet -

He's grinning to the point where it hurts his face. The shadow is grinning,

They are a monster. Eric does not care. Monsters can be the beloved of brilliant women, can't they?]