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

[lightnen]

[ Since Maglor had been curled up near him to start with, it wasn't hard for Killua to move and kneel down next to the wolf with a reassuring smile in place as well. ]

He's right. It could be the deciding factor in all this mess, you know. I have faith in you and you're not a bad person in my eyes.

[bythewaves]

He leans into those hands with a whimper and then licks him once.

For you

[lightnen]

[ It at least seems reassuring for the most part, the singular lick mildly surprising him and yet also saying kinda what words couldn't. At least from what he could understand, anyway. ]

Y'know... just for the record? I'm not mad or upset about what happened. If anything, I'm glad I took the risk because it brought you back to us and I'm okay now so you shouldn't have to feel so bad about what happened.

[ Even tapping his once-injured arm with one hand, it's completely healed up as if nothing had happened and there's something earnest in his expression right then. ]

[bythewaves]

A soft, sad whine as he noses the hand.

My pup. Hurt you

But fur shivers back into skin, although Maglor refuses to meet anyone's eyes.

[lightnen]

[ It doesn't take a genius to figure out that the other still felt bad for that time, though he waits until Maglor turns back for him to almost reach out before remembering his ability with a grimace. ]

Don't look like that. It's alright and we're gonna get out of this stupid place alive, got it?

[ Crossing his arms over his chest is a MUCH better idea right now, so he does just that. ]

Besides. You never told me the story of that guy Frodo and those rings, so... there.

[bythewaves]

Oh Killua.

[ He murmurs softly, and reaches to draw him into his arms, since Killua doesn't dare to touch him instead ]

I hurt you. I'm sorry.