fourth 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 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 Oda, Akande and Leon's podiums have been turned off and their floating grey scale portraits have joined the six from last week.

Blaze Dudely stands on a repair deck on top of his ship, which looms over the proceedings ominously. His expression is still hard to read but his arms are folded across his chest and if you squint close enough there's a somberness about him that hasn't been at other trials.]

Ya'll know how this goes by now. [He's in no mood for pageantry this time.] Take the time ya need but don’t bore me.

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[power_of_dominance]

[Welp, guess who's got two thumbs and is trying to go over his podium after Rick's throat?

This guy.]

[rickdiculous]

[He taps the side of his eye.]

Jódete hijo de puta!

[tokencanadian]

Enough! Both of you!

[But really looking at Rick.]

We need to figure this out, and picking fights is not going to help.

[nightcure]

[ hey what the fuck no

he's gonna grab Soma ]

[power_of_dominance]

[Soma is fighting mad, though it's mostly lack of sleep, blood cravings, and stress. He squirms and thrashes in Noct's hold, shrieking incoherently. Careful, Noct, you might get scratched up.]

[nightcure]

[ A few scratches are fine. He's dragging Soma away from Rick and firmly putting himself between them. ]

We still need you to figure this out, and none of us want to lose another friend!

[power_of_dominance]

[Soma squirms a bit more in Noctis's hold, panting through clenched teeth, even growling a little. But the longer he focuses on the king's face, those expressive blue eyes, the more his rage subsides. Finally he's still except for a few lingering tremors, and though he's still tense he's not projecting murderous fury. He speaks softly, so only Noct can hear him.]

We need to end this. I have to get away from everyone for a while. I'm not safe.