second trial

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[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.

The two lines of sentry robots are there again, 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. The lights on Diego, Kiss-Shot and Erika's podiums have been turned off and their floating grey scale portraits have joined the four from last week.

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 Detective and... [He pauses, running through Kiss-Shot's excessively long title in his head.] The vampire one. Founders, I regret giving her that title. 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.

Comments

[canted]

The Accords govern the Shadow World's interactions with mundanes.

[helladoptera]

That's... not an answer, Alec.

How, under the Accords, would you be allowed to kill a vampire? What would it take?

[canted]

[He doesn't answer her for a moment, but then:]

If a vampire feeds on and kills a human, a Shadowhunter is allowed to intervene.

[helladoptera]

So if Kiss-Shot... killed Erika, you could step in.

[canted]

. . . I could.

[helladoptera]

... Would you have?

[canted]

I would have to.

[heartswapped]

Do the Accords even matter here...?

[tokencanadian]

I cant say it would. We're nowhere near anyone's homeworld, not to mention many, many years in the future. It's just... hard to say.]

[what does matter now?]

[canted]

They always matter. The Clave . . . I can't break the Accords.

[tokencanadian]

Are you under oath, or... is it something else?

[canted]

I'm under several, actually.

[tokencanadian]

[A slight pause.]

You can't break an oath, can you?

[canted]

I could, but there are consequences.

[tokencanadian]

Like...?

[empathiser]

We're not in the Shadow World here.

[canted]

Yes, we are.

I'm here. A vampire is here. By definition, this is a place where the Shadow World and the Mundane World meet.

[empathiser]

That's a broad simplification for something as big as defining when and where a whole set of rules comes into play.

[That must be incredibly stifling.]

And you're bound by those rules no matter what?

[canted]

That is the Covenant handed down by the Angel Raziel.

[empathiser]

... Makes sense. You sound a little like a religious pamphlet right now.

[Still.]

And because of that Covenant, all rules regarding the supernatural can exist anywhere. I see.

[canted]

Something like that.

[empathiser]

That sounds ... rough.