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theairlock2017-11-11 10:49 am
airlockedmods) wrote in theairlock2017-11-11 10:49 am
third trial
[With the announcement and the evidence, the Champions are free to decide amongst themselves what order the groups leave in. Once that's done the process of teleporting is automatic and happens in the blink of an eye. Once second they're in the center of the cafeteria before a soft blue light surrounds them and then they're standing in the middle of a circle of podiums.
The room itself it the same shiny, chrome-covered atrocity as most of the rest of the ship save for the sections of floor that aren't the teleporter: those are thick clear glass that show nothing but empty space and stars beneath the Champions' feet. As for the podiums they're the same sort of garish chrome with a digital screen facing toward the center of the circle. More portraits and names in blaring red have been added this week. Slaine Troyard, the Champion of War and Zombina, the Champion Rotten Girl.
The Overseers are waiting when they all arrive, standing on a floating platform just high enough to be out of reach and back far enough toward a far wall to have a full view of the courtroom. Both are dressed well, Rox in a pressed grey dress jacket and skirt and Blaze in a black suit with the sleeves rolled up to expose his numerous tattoos. Rox is smiling like that cat who ate the canary while Blaze is standing a little farther away than normal and looking uncomfortable.]
Welcome back, Champions! There are fourteen of you here but, if things go correctly, only thirteen of you will leave. I don't think I have to explain at this point what will happen if you choose wrong.
As usual there's no time limit but be sure to keep things interesting. [She folds her arms across her chest, looking down on the Champions with a grin.] Let the trial begin.
The room itself it the same shiny, chrome-covered atrocity as most of the rest of the ship save for the sections of floor that aren't the teleporter: those are thick clear glass that show nothing but empty space and stars beneath the Champions' feet. As for the podiums they're the same sort of garish chrome with a digital screen facing toward the center of the circle. More portraits and names in blaring red have been added this week. Slaine Troyard, the Champion of War and Zombina, the Champion Rotten Girl.
The Overseers are waiting when they all arrive, standing on a floating platform just high enough to be out of reach and back far enough toward a far wall to have a full view of the courtroom. Both are dressed well, Rox in a pressed grey dress jacket and skirt and Blaze in a black suit with the sleeves rolled up to expose his numerous tattoos. Rox is smiling like that cat who ate the canary while Blaze is standing a little farther away than normal and looking uncomfortable.]
Welcome back, Champions! There are fourteen of you here but, if things go correctly, only thirteen of you will leave. I don't think I have to explain at this point what will happen if you choose wrong.
As usual there's no time limit but be sure to keep things interesting. [She folds her arms across her chest, looking down on the Champions with a grin.] Let the trial begin.
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How long until we can't play by their rules anymore?
[and then a steely gaze up at their overseers]
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Hey! Akira asked you a question! Are you gonna answer or not?!
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Do you think you could reach them from here?
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With a boost? Maybe. But without a weapon no way I could take em both before I'm fried.
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[You fought her, Akira. You know how strong she is.]
How sure are you, though. I don't like the idea of you fighting alone.
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Whatever you're thinkin'--don't. Please. Just don't.
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Just take a step back and cool down. Please.
[ haha are those tears in her eyes no way she's not on the verge of panic no sir ]
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[Does she sound kind of. Mad? Maybe.]
[Still hugging the shit out of Marisa before she goes back to her podium, though.]
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...when we get outta here, I wanna talk to ya for a while, okay? I'm keepin' ya company tonight.
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...Okay. If you want.
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You got my back, right?
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Later.
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and then, from the pocket of his jacket, he carefully shows her what appears to be the handle of a knife. ]
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This is a bad thing to be proud of, but she is. ok.]
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If you go, I'll follow you. I'm sick of this shit.
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[she glances up and... honestly? She could probably make it. She narrows her eyes....
She's thinking about it, hard.
Oh, but then she sees a flash of something and blinks? DAMN... GHOST...]