THE THIRD TRIAL

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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]

[ Huh. Killua tilted his head was he watched that before chuckling a bit to himself because something just became inherently clear. ]

Yeah. I am now.

[ He is SO itching to drive his blades into one of those henchmen about now. But he'll refrain. ]

Good to see you still kicking, Linkara.

[thiscomicsucks]

Huh! That's me.

...I'm guessing you're Killua?

[lightnen]

Mm-hm! Good to see you actually remembered my name.

[ He nods easily without a second thought. Betcha the other never suspected that he was actually a kid or anything. Though he does frown afterward and without warning, shoved his one knife out to the side of him and the reason was clear as a henchman falls to the floor with a wound in his torso.

Sure they can take most of his assassin-y skills away but they couldn't remove his impeccable sense of hearing. ]

Nice outfit.

[thiscomicsucks]

Thanks, man. Made it myself while I've been here.

[Ah shoot, how many of these guys were there?]