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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.
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EXP MEANS...
EXECUTION POINTS!!
NYEEEEEEEEH!
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KILLING!! YOU HAVE TO KILL TO GAIN EXP!!
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Mine and Filo's levels are still higher though.
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[Not even denying the implications of that comment.]
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Why the fuck are you brats talking about this now?! Someone is going to die!
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[So you know the fight or flight response? His fight response is amped up to 11 right now. He's lunging at the skeleton. He must be stopped!!]
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Don't you dare!
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What? You got a problem, you crazy little shit?!
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[He sure is drawing a dagger. He handles it like he knows how to use it, too.]
I'll make you regret it.
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NYEH!??
PLEASE DON'T DO THIS! I DON'T WANT YOU GUYS GETTING EXP OVER ME!!
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Just kidding. Something seems to snap in the man's head and he's now going to do whatever it takes to get that knife away from the kid and not pointed at him. Even if it's grabbing at that kid's arm as though he wanted to break it.]
SHUT UP!
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Yusuke shouts so forcefully his voice cracks. His hands are clenched on the desktop, his head down as his whole body trembles.
"What good does it do for us to fight?! This is exactly what our captors want, to destroy whatever fragile trust we might've had! We cannot go down that road!"
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[Trust? What is trust when he's like this? He can't think straight, he just wants everyone to go away, and he wants to live, oh god he doesn't want to be hurt again, he doesn't want to do this but how can he stop there's no escape]
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He opened his mouth to say something but the blond idiot just had to act, triggering something else in the process. While his speed was lessened, Killua was still faster than most average humans which meant he was over where the commotion was in mere seconds, quickly appearing behind Eric and kicking out hard at his left shin with impressive force that would hurt if it connected. ]
You're such a stupid idiot.
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You shut up. You really don't know what you're getting into here.
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How the fuck did it all come to this?]
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