first trial

[airlockedmods]

[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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[jerkassic]

[Despite the fact that he's been found guilty and is once again being restrained. Diego doesn't look defeated. No, it seems like his expression is stuck in complete asshole mode.]

If this is the part where I'm supposed to beg for my life, then I think I'll pass. I have no interest in that, nor will I beg forgiveness for anything I've done. If I have any regret, it's being caught, but if it things are kill or be killed, I'd rather be the one killing than waiting around like some helpless sheep, hoping no one will make the first move.

[He seems content with that.]

If I can't win, I'll set the pace. You over there,

[He looks at Doomfist because apparently he is not done being a shitposting asshole.]

You said that I'm insignificant, nothing. That we all are. But I guarantee none of you will forget this. You'll forget my roommate, you even may even forget those other idiotic fucks that died before, but you will remember me! Diego!

[He'd pose right now, but robots are holding him in place, it makes it kind of difficult.]

If I can't have fame, then infamy will have to do! The name Diego Brando will live on among the rest of you here, long after I'm gone!

[His sneer turns into a smirk here. He's gonna die. He knows that. It's gonna suck. But he can still be Diego about things and in some way, that's comforting.]

Depending on how many of you live, that is. I've no doubt that even now, some of you fucking pigeons have seen what direction I've steered the flock in and will follow suit. You can do it better, you won't get caught, and so on. Even if you don't know it, those thoughts are there.

[Yeah, probably not, but it makes him feel better to think that some other people here are...not as much of an asshole as he is, he's King Asshole, but some of you are probably murderous jerks.]

As to why him, or why I did it the way I did, I don't owe the lot of you a goddamn thing. Wonder why or don't, it hardly matters to me at this point.

[He's quiet, and then just starts laughing because you all clearly haven't heard enough of his voice today.]

Go ahead then! I've said all I have to say.

[ebonyknight]

Just do it already, Dudely.

[God. What a moron, he's giving her a headache but at least she's doing wall duty.]

[tokencanadian]

[Pyrrha peeks out from behind Apollo to watch Diego's swan song. But otherwise, she says nothing.

Why is he not wearing pants.]

[ebonyknight]

[He got pantsed, Pyyrha. He got pantsed.]

[tokencanadian]

[Right. Right. She remembers that.

Where are his pants though.]

[ebonyknight]

[They're with Pokemon, it's okay.]

[tenimuho]

To be honest, the only thing I'll be wondering about is why you think you're more memorable than anyone else here. Is it the murder? It can't be if you said other people would do the same after you. ...So is it the hat...?

[This is a genuine question.]

[silverguitarhero]

I'd a-think it pride, plain and simple. [John just looks...bored with this talk. Although he's sticking close to Mozu to comfort her.]

[tenimuho]

Oh.

...So he's not very bright.

[silverguitarhero]

He brought his damaged hat with him. [So yeah, probably agreeing with you there.]

[empathiser]

The hat isn't that impressive - aside from being decisive circumstantial evidence at a murder trial that he brought with him.

[ That's MORE impressive. But not in a good way. ]

[toomanybaseballs]

Uuuuugh, hurry up? I'm falling asleep here...

[He's attempting sarcasm therapy with questionable amounts of success.]

[power_of_dominance]

[Soma doesn't say a word. He does nothing, in fact, until Diego is finished his rant. Then he simply shakes his head slowly, never once raising his eyes from his podium. He won't look at anyone.

So this is how it's begun? The first murder... will this set a trend? How many more will die?

The darkness pounds in his head.]

[goldrighthand]

Hm.

[he turns to Rick]

Now that Dave has said his piece, will you help me back to the cell?

[what. He's got a concussion. He probably should be sleeping but he refused to miss this.]

[rickdiculous]

[toni it's 2am]

Yeah, duh.

[goldrighthand]

[PST, MOTHERFUCKER

but yeah after they watch the show he is absolutely doing what mun should have done a bit ago but god damn it they wanted to see the thing]

[tuskenlancer]

[ Normally, CT might have rolled her eyes in exasperation at the overdramatic speech, made her boredom and contempt clear.

Not today. She looks solemnly at Diego, at Dudely, and says nothing.

Whatever happens next, she won't look away. She'd been a part of this, whether she'd have wanted to be or not, and that means that responsibility - in some small part - belongs to her. If she can't stop it, she'll at least bear witness to the result. ]

[heartswapped]

[Cheryl gives an exasperated sigh, and, in a flat monotone, says only one thing as Diego's pants float next to her:]

You forgot these.

[If he wants to be memorable for dying without pants, he can go right ahead. ]