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[strangerpeople]

T̢H̶͏É͠ ̵̢͜T̸͘H̸̶͞I͢ŔD ̵E͘͢X͘E͠͝C͞U͟͠Ţ̡I̕Ò͢͞N

[Just as before, as time runs out, an alarm blares, and the dot matrix screens on the podiums of the suspects flash. The suspect with the most votes flashes red three times.]


[Once more, the true culprit is marked with a blacker-than-black X.]

Congratulations, Strangers. Those of you who've voted are unanimous and correct. King Milton is guilty of murdering Vita Clotilde-Morris and Jonathan Morris.

[Hiyori's voice is like chipper ice. The details aren't coming out this time, apparently. There's a pause. Hiyori gets up to put a hand on Link's shoulder with a gentle concerned expression on his face. Then they speak in unison.]

Sit back, relax, and enjoy the execution! However you see fit!

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[strangerpeople]

[No one even has a chance to react when King reappears in the restricted area, alone, surrounded by Taboo Noise. Stenciled monsters that looked like pups, like an adult female dog, like other animals of all sizes hissing and snarling, people from the trains that Caleb and McBurn might recognize. Survivors. The dead. All black as shadows, all with red eyes. All hungry. The room beyond the force field is teeming with them.

There isn't much time. Arthur is on the floor, and King is moments from death.

If the Strangers want to save King, they've got to give it their all. And they have to do it now.]

[katzenpfote]

[Shit. Shit shit shit. He raises Estelle's weapon form in one hand and shoots off blue fire with the next one. He attempts to smack the force field where his fire hit, trying to freeze it and break it.]

Let him go, gods damn you!

[incendiarize]

[Crap, plan A failed, but his resonance with Caleb is only just worse--]

Caleb! I dunno for sure what I can do, but I have an idea!

[Be the dual-wielder!]

[strangerpeople]

[The force field is hit by the urumi, and the fire. It's not breaking. But it bends.]

[katzenpfote]

[He darts forward and picks up Arthur, putting him on before returning to relentlessly beating on the force field with fire and whip. It's not a very elegant fighting style - he misses a fair few times - but at least he's hitting more often than not.]

[Just not always exactly where he wants it.]

[incendiarize]

[And Arthur focuses instead on their resonance, on syncing their souls. His own soul's wavelength, Caleb's wavelength. He's a weapon - he should be able to produce some kind of attack, through that bond. If he focuses.

Worst that can happen is nothing, and at least he's out of the way...


...


...



So, can we do some lasers or can we do some lasers?]

1/2

[unwittingking]

[He freezes for a second, because he was right. He was right, again, in the worst way possible, and he recognizes them...]

2/2

[unwittingking]

[But he moves, and a red vial is being thrown the closest one's way, and he's praying it's not them as screams.]

I'M NOT DYING HERE, DAMN IT!

Re: 2/2

[strangerpeople]

[Fire. Oh, fire.

The puppies scream with static as they are set aflame, and for a moment, they sound like screaming children, before they devolve into horrible, static screeching and eardrum-shaking, high-pitched shrieks. Oh how they sound enraged. Oh how they sound hateful.

How they want you Erased, King. X. You must be Xed.]

[unwittingking]

[He feels tears prick at his eyes hearing that. They're puppies-his pups-but they're not, they're not, THEY'RE NOT!

He's got three reds left. Another gets thrown at whatever is coming closer, while a yellow vial is tossed to the barrier. Let it do something, please...]

[strangerpeople]

[As he throws the vial, he might see the force field shimmer as lightning sizzles all around it.]

[otherworldlyking]

[ Surprisingly, he tried to reach out to grab the other since he may have thought the tactic could be used. But...well, things weren't easy. Then again, he never took the easy path.

There were expectations. For King not to struggle would be insulting, considering they're going to be on the same battlefield and maybe because he's come to expect so much fight from him as an ally. Maybe expecting him to live from all of this wouldn't exactly be a train of thought he'd have, but...

If he had any hopes beyond the thrill of the fight, it'd be victory. So who's to say that wasn't one and the same?

So without hesitation, McBurn swung Angbar into the force field relentlessly, time and time again without a moment's pause. He expected King to keep it up and not die before they could reach him and his enemies. ]

[strangerpeople]

[Damn, Burnie. Got to hand it to you, you are persistent!

It will take effort, but McBurn will feel like the force field won't hold indefinitely, even if it doesn't look it at first glance.]

[otherworldlyking]

[ He's great at being persistent when he wanted to be.

Thanks to having sparring matches around the clock, he's definitely not out of shape so he's not stopping any time soon; it's definitely the most amount of effort anyone's seen from him in awhile.

Though if he got a chance to engage those things in battle, it sure wouldn't be the end of it. ]

[comesaround]

[ Since he was already standing near Osomatsu for the last little bit, he figures now is the best time. No backing down now. Even holding a hand out so he can catch scythe when it happens. ]

Come on, Osomatsu. Let's get this done.

[ Soon as scythe appears, he grips it and runs forwards, swinging the scythe swiftly at the forcefield in a series of fierce slashes, not about to let up and disappoint King. He had to TRY. ]

[strangerpeople]

[There seems to be no apparent affect to the force field.

Keep hitting!]

[relieable]

[oh. well. with all the others having cool things happening to them, he's focused, crashing with each hit. focus, focus...!

please don't break him]

[comesaround]

[ He's not going to break you, Oso. Promise! ]

[comesaround]

[ He's stubborn and not giving up. Continuing to go hard at it, though at one point he switches to a strong, sweeping arc with the scythe. Only stopping after, so he can use one hand while gathering energy on his one fist to the point it becomes visible and then proceeds to punch the forcefield as hard as he can. ]

[strangerpeople]

[y i k e s


That definitely caused the force field to wobble. Wow. That was pretty strong!]

[poorlovefool]

[Well, if everyone is weaponing the force field for now, he'll join in.... although, is attacking the field itself really the way? Is there a mechanism he can drill into? If so, he'll try that. Since he's got a drill. It's Ambrosine, obviously.]

OPEN, DAMN YOU!!

[He doesn't know this but Does her wormhole ability play in here]

[strangerpeople]

[Only one way to find out!]

[poorlovefool]

[....Well Ambro can tell him her power then. Eric suddenly realizes if he damages the mechanism that would be closer to property damage than actually attacking the force field itself, and promptly pulls back on it to put it there instead. Close one.

Still, while he has the drill trying to penetrate the barrier, he wonders if there's more he can do. He activates the glow in his eyes to see if his beams can pass through the barrier.]

[strangerpeople]

[Well, it might surprise Eric to fight that the force field is not resistant to light-and his light can shine through, with Noise closes to Eric's vicinity immediately moving away from where he is.

Hm!]

[necroyalty]

[She's going to try! ]