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theairlock2017-08-26 12:41 pm
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first trial
[When the announcement sounds and the evidence gathered it’s time for a trial. When the remaining champions are all gathered by the repaired docking bay doors they slide slowly slide open.
There are two lines of robots, silent as sentries, creating a border path from the docking bay doors to the circle of metal podiums. The podiums themselves were made of strange metals in red and gold and orange and black, each one etched with the name of one of the Champions. There are flood lights - like spot lights - in front of each podium, but the lights in front of Shirou, Hamilton, and Albel are dark, and hung on the front of their podiums are greyscale portraits, printed from their profiles.
Blaze Dudely stands on a repair deck on top of his ship, which looms over the proceedings ominously. Rather than the glee the Champions may think he would take in this kind of display, he merely stands there with his arms crossed, expression unreadable and his cyborg eye scanning the Champions with a piercing scrutiny, like he's searching for one of them to act out of line.]
Mornin’, Champions. Here’s how this is goin’ to go: take the evidence ya found, piece together what happened and find who took out the Champion Swordsman. If ya find them, they’ll be dealt with. If ya don’t, they’ll be free to go and the rest of ya will face punishment. Take the time ya need but don’t bore me.
There are two lines of robots, silent as sentries, creating a border path from the docking bay doors to the circle of metal podiums. The podiums themselves were made of strange metals in red and gold and orange and black, each one etched with the name of one of the Champions. There are flood lights - like spot lights - in front of each podium, but the lights in front of Shirou, Hamilton, and Albel are dark, and hung on the front of their podiums are greyscale portraits, printed from their profiles.
Blaze Dudely stands on a repair deck on top of his ship, which looms over the proceedings ominously. Rather than the glee the Champions may think he would take in this kind of display, he merely stands there with his arms crossed, expression unreadable and his cyborg eye scanning the Champions with a piercing scrutiny, like he's searching for one of them to act out of line.]
Mornin’, Champions. Here’s how this is goin’ to go: take the evidence ya found, piece together what happened and find who took out the Champion Swordsman. If ya find them, they’ll be dealt with. If ya don’t, they’ll be free to go and the rest of ya will face punishment. Take the time ya need but don’t bore me.
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Can you show us if you have any injuries, though? Just in case.
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[He'll point over at Soma.]
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But really, it'd probably make things go smoother.
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[He just sighs.]
Very well. But I'm only going to do this once. I don't do encore performances.
[And he'll strip to the waist, showing that he's very much uninjured.]
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...but hm. this is...]
I guess that's that, then...
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Would you mind taking off your pants as well?
[He's just going to be completely direct about that.]
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If Albel had ripped that piece of fabric off, there's a chance that there might be an injury on Diego's head. Check that while you're at it, too.
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[He's going to cross the room to investigate Diego's head
and also in case he needs to pants him later.]Hold still, please.
[Don't mind him??]
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Fine, fine. Check away.
[There's quite a bit of mullet to go through, but no injuries.]
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Nothing on his head.
[...so, that done, he's going to attempt to pull his pants down.]
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[With that, he'll try and shove Oda away or kick him or something.]
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But you said that I could check...?
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[...which is who's fault again, exactly?
Oh right.
Well, he's not about to blame himself for what this trial has become.]
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PSI PANTS
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Get on with it. Unless you have something to hide?
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