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15strangers2017-12-09 11:50 am
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2017-12-09 11:50 am
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THE SECOND TRIAL
[Soon enough, once the final clues have been uncovered, the telltale DING echoes through the Mall. The elevator in the food court has opened once more, and it will not close until all of the remaining Titled have gotten in it. And, as before, a thought comes to them, the realization that they needed to get on the roof, and get to the bottom of this.
Soon enough, everyone is back on the roof, and they will find that their platform arrangement has changed to reflect those who had died since last week. The podiums of Dio, Torri, and Yuuri are each all lowered and covered with white cloths. Otherwise, everyone else's platforms also have food and drinks, just like last week.
It's probably still not much comfort, especially with what everyone knows must happen. They must look at the evidence they have gathered, and once more, they will have to figure out the truth, putting their lives on the line to do so. Hopefully, their luck will hold.
So, get ready.
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It's not in front of them now.]
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And yes, Crow, you're welcome.
[Kurama is going to turn quickly, whip at the ready, scanning the container for any sign of the golem. His body is coiled like a spring and most of the people watching them through the glass have never seen him look like this.
Like someone dangerous.]
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Diiiid someone call for an adorable chaperone? Hiya!
[She doesn't seem concerned about the golem's disappearance, of course.]
Just so you all know, this will totally be nicer for everyone if you, like, let the first shot get you. But that's probably out of the question, right?
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Joker's gaze is quickly scanning the area, hand tightened on the weapon. ]
...
[ There's a light frown of surprise at LC. ]
We're leaving together. All four of us.
[1/2]
Akira had extended his hand, and Kurama has accepted his place on the Phantom Thieves. In that momen they had become partners. And in that second, when Akira made his vow, that partnership solidified into something more.
They could feel it. The power, coursing between the two of them. Meshing together and becoming stronger than it had been when they were alone. Yes. This power really could do some damage. Whatever challenge was thrown their way, they could overcome it.
Just in time to feel a tap, then a sting, on their shoulders.
Both Akira and Kurama turn to face the one who had done that. It was the golem, head tilted to the side... and needles for claws shining in the light. And they begin to feel very, very tired all of a sudden, as the powerful tranquilizing drug take hold in their systems. They will be flat on their backs in seconds unless someone catches them.
Which the Life Coach, thankfully, does.]
[2/2] [TW: exsanguination]
[Which leaves only a stunned, angry Akechi.
The golem’s eyes focus on him.]
[Quick as lightning, one of the creature's hands shoots out, and a dart barrels towards Akechi. Akechi, however, already anticipating this, easily dodges the dart, a slightly unhinged grin forming on his face as he sees the the creature react, just like last time, as the dart bounces off the ceiling and clatters to the floor.]
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[And, just like before, the monster shuts down, and wisps of shadow begin forming around the floor. Moving back, Akechi takes out his switchblade, and readies himself. He isn't going down without a fight.
On everyone's phone, the following text suddenly flashes:]
Coffee Secondary Protocol Activated. This will be fun.
[Two dozen very large cat-like shadows, all with stenciled claws and tails, form around Akechi, stalking him. Of course, the detective wasn't going to let them make the first move; he lunges forward, slashing at the underbelly of the nearest shadow.
He is slashed across the face in response, his attack doing nothing. Stagging back, he quickly drinks a coffee, which heals his face, somewhat. It's clear the claws of these beasts are too deep to fully heal, even with his power. But the smile doesn't leave his face. He tries again. This time, he gets hit in the arm.
He only manages to drink one last sip of his next summoned coffee, before another tiger slashes him in the back.
The Coffee falls, and is unable to summon another drink, before the tigers pounce on him. Blood splatters onto the glass as another chomps right onto Akechi's neck.
The golem’s eyes come to life at this, and it shakes its head. Almost immediately the cats stop, this time, and their forms dissipate into black shadow and smoke as Akechi claws, fruitlessly, at his own throat with weakening movements, his blood mingling with the blackness in a sludge-like pool. Just as The Coffee finally stills, the cylinder is plunged into black, leaving only the blood splatter from Akechi's fatal wound visible.
It is then, and only then, that the suction on the feet of the remaining Titled finally dissipates. The elevator opens up once more witha DING It is once more time to return to the Mall - and to whatever awaits them all next.]
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Uh... soooo, that's that.... does anyone wanna, like, take these two to their rooms?
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[The golem’s raises hand peeks through the blackness?]
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Oh, hey! That's fine, just like, don't track any blood k? I don't want to worry them any more...
[But she will wait to deliver them to buffcat's strong arms then?? Incredible.]
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She remembers a time when she was young, when her eyes still had the light of dreams still in them and the stars could grant wishes. Things were simpler then. Everything had its place. Everything made sense. People stayed in the roles they were handed and people like her were heroes by birth while people like Chariot were tagalongs who supported them. Miracles were brought about, the balance once skewed would be restored, everything would go back to normal. Witches did their magic, people with no magic depended on witches, everything ran in cycles.
But miracles don't happen.
A boy isn't saved just because his friends chase after him, and instead dies in agony while his blood splatters everywhere for those who are only helpless to see as they can only watch. People like Croix aren't heroes. They can only watch as this grim reminder plants her firmly in reality. She thinks, for a moment, rather numbly, that Kurama and Akira are fools. They were never going to change anything. This was always going to happen. So why even bother? She'd learned long ago that fighting fate, chasing miracles, doesn't get you anywhere or anything but misery.
Croix turns and leaves, her emotionless expression not once falling.
She won't be going to the afterparty. ]
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[ It doesn't matter how many times she repeats the words. The Shiny Rod isn't in her hands and it never will be again. She doesn't even have her wand. All she can do is watch as the cat-like creatures tear Akechi apart. She can't heal him. She can't fix this. But she wants, so badly, to do nothing but that. Her hands grip the podium as much as she can do such a thing, tears roll down her face, and she keeps screaming the sixth word, over and over and over.
Her voice goes hoarse.
Goro Akechi is dead. One of the people that mattered to her is dead again and she couldn't do anything to save him. She's a useless waste of a space and a useless terrible person and god, how is she ever going to face Atsuko after all of this?
When the door finally opens, Ursula stumbles through it. She... she needs to be alone, for a bit. Since Kurama and Akira are okay, at least she can go break down in some amount of safety. ]