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fourth 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. Karamatsu Matsuno, the Champion of Painful Secondhand Embarrassment That's So Cringe Inducing, Narcissistic, And Eye Blindingly Glittery It Makes You Wish He'd Go Away, Korra, the Champion Avatar, Yuri Plisetsky, the Champion Figure Skater and Max Olguin, the Champion Portrait Artist.
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. He's also sporting a black eye patch with a flaming snowflake embroidered on it over his left eye. 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 ten of you here but, if things go correctly, only nine 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. Karamatsu Matsuno, the Champion of Painful Secondhand Embarrassment That's So Cringe Inducing, Narcissistic, And Eye Blindingly Glittery It Makes You Wish He'd Go Away, Korra, the Champion Avatar, Yuri Plisetsky, the Champion Figure Skater and Max Olguin, the Champion Portrait Artist.
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. He's also sporting a black eye patch with a flaming snowflake embroidered on it over his left eye. 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 ten of you here but, if things go correctly, only nine 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.
cw: more gore
We need to figure out how he seemingly exploded from the inside. Whatever happened, that is not something just anyone could manage.
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When you say explosion...what exactly do you mean? There was no signs of, say...something like a bomb having gone off, right?
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But having come from the inside...how is something like that even possible?
[He did hear what Akira posed, but...he doesn't want to think about that.]
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[She doesn't want to say it.]
...Marisa and Manaka both have magical abilities. But doing something like this-
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We didn't find anything to suggest he'd been forced to ingest anything that would cause a reaction, and even if he had, it should have left something identifiable. A burn of heat or from a chemical reaction.
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[...give him a moment, he's. Having to stave off some nausea too.]
This does not strike me as something that could have been done quickly. I do not recall if you have said, but...it did not seem like Max-san had been restrained when you found him?
[Or. What was left of him.]
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Only one of us has the physical strength to even have a chance to do that without a tool or outside help. And I refuse to even consider it.
[Yes that's a dumb thing to say. Yes he should be unbiased. But also fuck the collective 'you']
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As you like, Kurusu-san.
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I feel like more damage would have been caused to the immediate area if that could ever be the case.
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there's no way penny did this]
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[Not his Pumpkin. No one even dare say it.]
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I. Could have done it, physically, yes. But the rest of it- I don't even know how that's possible.
And Max was- he was my friend.
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[And frankly, he doesn't give a damn if people think he's biased thinking this. Fight him.]
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[Guess who was paying a lot of attention during that spar and it's lead up]
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