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final trial
[With the announcement, the Champions can crowd together onto the teleporter with no issues. 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. It's so much emptier than it was just a few weeks ago that their voices echo when they try to speak up.
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. Thomas MacLaine, the Champion Accomplice, Manaka Sajyou, the Champion Mother and finally Roxy Lalonde, the Champion of ████████.
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 still has the eye patch and Rox watches them with keen interest as they enter.]
Welcome back, Champions. There are six of you here but, if things go correctly, only five of you will leave. I don't think I have to explain at this point what will happen if you choose wrong.
This shouldn't take long though. We all know what happened. Anticlimactic but not everything can be a good mystery I suppose. [She folds her arms across her chest, looking down on the Champions.] 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. Thomas MacLaine, the Champion Accomplice, Manaka Sajyou, the Champion Mother and finally Roxy Lalonde, the Champion of ████████.
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 still has the eye patch and Rox watches them with keen interest as they enter.]
Welcome back, Champions. There are six of you here but, if things go correctly, only five of you will leave. I don't think I have to explain at this point what will happen if you choose wrong.
This shouldn't take long though. We all know what happened. Anticlimactic but not everything can be a good mystery I suppose. [She folds her arms across her chest, looking down on the Champions.] Let the trial begin.
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They're dead, they're all dead. But still he refuses to let go. He bellows, refusing to drop his knife to get a better grip, but putting all he had left into hauling himself up. He strains, his sight going splotchy white with the desire to pass out, but he's managing it- just a little more-!]
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And in the end you get to feel the sharp sting of a high heel digging into the back of your hand. Rox looms over him at the edge of the platform, finally on her feet again now that the explosions have stopped.]
Points for style and effort, Trickster.
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He screams. He won't be able to hold on-]
How many times do I gotta tell you-
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[and with that his hand gives out, but not before he swings his other up. The one with the knife- intending to bury it in her ankle, her tendon, anything, as he lets go]
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[Which in other words means Penny's diving again, shooting through the air to try catching Akira before he hits the floor or a podium.]
[And then they can. Do something. About the airlock situation. Maybe?]
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I got her... I fucking got her!!
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[She is genuinely proud of him, but also starting to panic, as she pulls him to his feet.]
NOW RUN, WE NEED TO GET TO A PODIUM OR SOMETHING-
[And grabbing her brother -or is it Seto? she's too rushed to tell- by the hand and dashing back towards the safety of the podium bubbles. It'll be slim, but they might still be able to make it. They have to. She'll MAKE them make it.]
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[Leading Seto and Akira, she's making a mad dash for Chloe's podium.]
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Deny it. Challenge fate. Will something new into existence.] Bolton--! [Heads up, apparently they're coming your way!]
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Hurry!
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[She can't really dive while dragging Akira and Kaiba, but she tries putting on a burst of speed, closing the distance as much as possible, grabbing at the outstretched hand-]
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We got you, Pumpkin!
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It's gonna be okay, it's gonna be okay! Kaiba, Akira, get in here!
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He hisses when she pulls him forward, but he tries to reach for the two adults]
Come on...!
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There's a whoosh as the air gets sucked out of the room, followed by heat and weightlessness that nonetheless pulls at them.]
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We've got you guys, just hold on!
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No one else has been able to hold on for long against the yawning void. He hopes to be an exception.]
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But already he can feel this growing pressure... His brain already trying to black out and just... Let go. But not yet. Not yet-]
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cw: space death
Cw: suffocation
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2/2 cw; hand/finger damage?
cw: space death
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