theairlock | 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.

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[Having settled things with Akande...]

Would you mind taking off your pants as well?

[He's just going to be completely direct about that.]

[So forward.]

[? Is something wrong?]

[Asking people to strip like that.]

[But they're checking for wounds...?]

You know...

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.

Oh, that's a good point.

[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??]

[SO FORWARD ODA]

Fine, fine. Check away.

[There's quite a bit of mullet to go through, but no injuries.]

[Oda checks through his hair, and eventually shakes his head.]

Nothing on his head.

[...so, that done, he's going to attempt to pull his pants down.]

What-

[With that, he'll try and shove Oda away or kick him or something.]

[Oda is fairly solid, but he'll at least stop when Diego shoves him, even though he doesn't move away.]

But you said that I could check...?

He [points at Mako] mentioned checking my head. I'm not exposing myself to the lot of you. This is already ridiculous enough as it is.

[...which is who's fault again, exactly?

Oh right.

Well, he's not about to blame himself for what this trial has become.]

Oh, alright.

[...

Yeah he's still going to try to pants him.]

Give it a rest already!

[Oda, you are so lucky he doesn't remember how to dinosaur so all he can do is shove at him.]

[I mean, if you could dinosaur then he could properly spideysense so it works out.

Also he's going to be much more stubborn this time.]

Everyone here has seen legs before. Are you not wearing underwear, or something like that?