THE THIRD TRIAL

[strangerpeople]

THE THIRD TRIAL

[Once the final clues are found, the unsettling chimes sound three times again. However, the Debate Hall doors do not open for the Titled. At least, not for a moment or so.

When they do, though, and the Titled descend the stairs, they will find that the desks have been completely updated, up through the deaths of the previous night. It is...unsettling. Have they truly lost half their numbers in such a short time? But, what can they do about it?


The logs are on the desks, and the Intercessor finishes up the final touches of the evidence they made, placing it on the desks.

There is no chanting on the stage. The dragon, also, seems to be gone, leaving only traces of arms and legs and goo. So, the Intercessor simply goes and sits on the stairs, looking at the remaining survivors. They sound tired as they speak.]

All right. Everyone...do your best. Take your time, and...good luck.


[The trial of Raphtalia, the Dreamstrider, and Farkas, the Outcast, has begun.]

Comments

[zephyranthe]

[So here Fie is at the trial, having dragged along a bunch of shit. Some of it, like the sword and the note, are things she found while investigating, but uh... there seems to be an improvised bag made out of dresses or some shit and there may be a couple of bottles of alcohol there. Maybe. And a small pile of hay and clothing that's steadily burning next to her. No big deal at all.]

There was a weird note in Raph's room that made it sound like she was with some other group. I dunno if it was actually addressed to her though, since anyone could've put it in there when the door was unlocked.

[defriendestration]

CAN I SEE IT?

[Why though Paps]

[zephyranthe]

'Kay.

[She'll just hand it over I guess??]

[defriendestration]

[And he reads it!]

WHO HERE GETS CALLED KID A LOT?

[poorlovefool]

Um.

It would be one of the actual kids, right?

[socialhacktivist]

No one's ever called me that. At least... that I know of.

[carries_war]

The people I work with back home have plenty of jokes about my size, but they all know better than to try calling me kid.

[poorlovefool]

Too bad for you that none of them are here.

[carries_war]

[He narrows his eyes. Watch your step, Eric, you're treading close to a pet peeve of his.]

And good thing for you I was damn on top of things even when I was a kid, huh?

[poorlovefool]

I'm just saying, there could be people here who don't "know better."

[Jr is not exempt from suspicion!! Suspect everyone!!]

[carries_war]

Good it's pretty clear that if I got into a serious fight with Maglor, I'd let myself be the one unconscious against the wall before I'd risk actually hurting him.

[zephyranthe]

Depends on the person, I guess. I don't really get called it that often, though.

[poorlovefool]

Really? [She's a kid to him, even if she's a smart one. Maybe there's something he's missing.]

Then what about Raph?

[zephyranthe]

Maybe? She doesn't look older than my classmates. Never asked how old she was, though.

[socialhacktivist]

Wait.. that kind of sounds like the letter I found before that talked about the Destroyer. Do you think that's the group of people it's talking about?

[At least... it seems as possible as anything else.]

Maybe she was working with them... or maybe they're moving again.

[Doing what though... she doesn't know what that would be yet.]

[defriendestration]

MOVING??