T̢H͜E̵͟ ͏́͡TH͘͢I͠͞R͜͡͝D̷̶ ̛͞T̴R͏̨Į̷A̵̧L̡̨̀

[strangerpeople]

T̢H͜E̵͟ ͏́͡TH͘͢I͠͞R͜͡͝D̷̶ ̛͞T̴R͏̨Į̷A̵̧L̡̨̀

Attention, Strangers. It's time for the trial now.

Please bring whatever you see fit and not anything against the rules.

[And so it is, that the Strangers must come once more to the elevators, to the room where the force field sits and their podiums wait. Three more people are now Xed out, as if they never existed.

Once everyone is in place, five podiums light up red.]

THE BRITTLE	THE DISCORD	THE ENEMY	THE FORLORN
				THE JOVIAN

Once again, two bodies have been discovered. It sure is tragic. Please remember to vote accordingly.

[There is no hesitation, no pause, before the clock begins, and the ticking echoes through the chamber. The evidence is there for the remaining Strangers to see, and organize. Voting must happen to ensure justice. What else is there to say, then?

The trial for the murders of Vita Clotilde-Morris, the Bad Luck, and Jonathan Morris, the Double, has begun.]

Comments

[incendiarize]

"Joel" died, didn't he? You are King.

[unwittingking]

I...I'm...

[He doesn't know how to answer that. He's lost. They're willing to die for him-why can't they just let him die? Why they just wait? Why...

Why are they so good?]

Please...please don't die for me...I'm not worth it...

Key.....words.....

[incendiarize]

Yeah, Kurama thought that too, when Akira got the others at the mall to agree to not vote for him.

I meant what I said, King. No one else dies.

[unwittingking]

[…King laughs. Nothing happy or psychopathic. He just...laughs.]

Why...why are you all so good to me? What did I do to deserve this?

[The tears are still coming, but he doesn't care.]

[incendiarize]

...We've all lost people. We've all suffered. I can't speak for everyone, but I'm sick of it.

I'm not good for a lot, but I can shout about teamwork and hope for days if I need to. I can stand up again every time I get knocked down. I can keep going and keep fighting.

Nothing scares me anymore. Not death, or torture, or monsters I can't name. I've been stabbed. I've been shot. I've been bludgeoned, and electrocuted, and more. And I have blood on my hands, too, blood that'll never wash off.

So let them come. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one ready to finish this.

[necroyalty]

I've done plenty of things I regret. The lot of you don't even know half of it.

If you need me, I'll allow myself to be wielded by whoever wishes.

[poorlovefool]

What do you turn into, anyway?

[He's already got some normal weapons with him, but... a magical sentient one might be better.]

[necroyalty]

[She's going to try focusing all her energy on it, and...

Mods, can she still drill? ]