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theairlock2017-08-26 12:41 pm
airlockedmods) wrote in theairlock2017-08-26 12:41 pm
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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[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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[...
Yeah he's still going to try to pants him.]
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[Oda, you are so lucky he doesn't remember how to dinosaur so all he can do is shove at him.]
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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?
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he may be sore and trying to hide some unsteadiness, but he's pretty sure he can still grab Diego]
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Anyways, he's grabbed.]
Unhand me!
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[Pantsing Attempt 2: Pants Harder. Don't kick him or anything.]
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Kick even harder?]
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...
...M-maybe we could have him walk some!?
[THIS IS GOING SLIGHTLY BEYOND WHAT SHE WAS THIRSTY FOR, GUYS]
PSI PANTS
If she can just get this to work right...]
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IS THIS THE WORK OF AN ENEMY STAND?
Oh wait Diego doesn't remember what those are, so he's just trying to keep his pants on, which...isn't going to work with all the kicking and flailing, so they'll probably be off soon.]
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You should probably invest in a belt later...
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Do not tempt me to knock you out, boy-!
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