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15strangers2019-08-02 11:52 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2019-08-02 11:52 pm
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THE SECOND TRIAL
[Soon after the finals clues are found, there is a beep on everyone's watch. Then, the Conductor's voice echoes through the jail once more.]
Attention. All passengers of the Eventide, please come to the building in the courtyard. If you are not a passenger, you must have a ticket to enter.
[A ticket? Oh boy. And everyone's suspicions are confirmed when they come to the courtyard and find people-many of them who had been fleeing the prison that very morning-queuing in line to enter the building. Not the Strangers-they are immediately escorted in.
They find themselves in a courtroom, with them sitting at podiums in the center. Above them in the ceiling is a retractable dome; all around on the walls are large screens, so people can watch the proceedings no matter their location. People are filing in, even as a recorded voice drones that the jail isn't responsible for lives lost during the trial-or the sentencing.
Hm.
Lilac is in the judge's seat, the pangolin in her hands. Nearby, the captured animals-sans the rabbit, for some reason, and the sheep-are inside another pen that has been set up. The force field seems to have been quickly erected. After announcing the court proceedings and registering her right to magistrate, as she did the previous week, she clears her throat.]
[There's not much else to do. There is the option to ask for the concessions they are selling to everyone, though its mostly water and popcorn. Otherwise, you are once again on a time limit. This time, the audience is watching. Their eyes stare hungrily at every action.
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[He's clearly in pain as he struggles against Caleb, getting himself nicked in the process. The knife goes through the bandages and breaks the skin, but he hasn't punctured any vitals...]
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[Suddenly, as fast as lightning again, the Conductor is there, a faint blue glow around her. With unnatural quickness, she proceeds to grab the knife with such force around the blade that there was no way she wasn't getting cut in her palm. Indeed, her hand, and the cuff of her sleeve, starts to turn red.
However, the move is enough to wrest the knife from Zack.]
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[He stumbles as the blur of blue yanks the knife out of his hands.
You know how much that hurts your hand when that much force is applied that fast?]
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Soon enough she is sliding something out of her other sleeve and pressing buttons on it.]
I do not enjoy having to do this, but if you will not stop--
[Enjoy having your cuff's magnetosphere function on, Zack, until you can calm the hell down.
You're not moving for the foreseeable future.]
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He struggles against the restraints, but it's no use. He can only go to the end of his proverbial chain and bark.]
Damn you... GOD DAMN YOU, ASSHOLES!
[If any living being needed a docility chip, it would be this guy.]
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Do you really think acting like an animal and screaming threats is going to save anyone? You only make yourself look a fool.
[She then leans in and lowers her voice, so only he can hear. She looks at him as she speaks.]
You may not be able to save her and I am hardly the one who you care to have give any comfort. I don't even know if my words will even reach you. But if she is your sister, I should hope that she would want you to live. The fact she refused to let you take blame seems to point that way.
Dying for the already-damned will not save them. But you can fight to keep their memory alive.
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[He may or may not remember that, but he's clearly heard that..
He just doesn't know what to do anymore.]