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.]

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[jinglebros]

[ He is the king of sassy looks, so that doesn't bother him. He just nods and then takes a few steps back, motioning with his arm to let Killua step on in. ]

[lightnen]

[ He'll shrug off the other's attitude and just like that, Killua's demeanor changed as he exhaled a breath and pushed off from the ground and launched himself forwards, eyes fixed on a spot near the other white-haired man. It's not inherently obvious what he saw until a henchman fell to the floor with a slit open throat and Killua seeming pleased with himself.

They could remove a lot but his hearing and other sharp senses remained just as good. ]

So. What's your title anyway?

[ Lookin' at you there, Aoi. ]

[jinglebros]

[ Aoi whistles and gives Killua a vaguely impressed sort of look. ] I'm the Balanced. And how about you?

[ oh, he knows already, but he likes hearing these things from other peoples' mouths. ]