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thefoundation2019-04-15 11:34 am
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WEEK 4 - VENUS FLYTRAP
Another week dawned.
But after the events at the trial, more than a few people would have wanted for time to stop still.
In this game, even unshakable loyalties....could be broken.🗈
But after the events at the trial, more than a few people would have wanted for time to stop still.
In this game, even unshakable loyalties....could be broken.🗈
If that were the case, then what was stopping even more horrible crimes from happening this thursday night?
And they knew they could do nothing to stop it from happening.
...Still, they had to continue the game, until one or both of the Witches admitted defeat, or the game itself came to a close.
Yet, they also felt as if something might change. Some big reveal felt as if it was just around the corner....but for now, it seemed as if they had to play the waiting game.
No matter how awful that felt.
CALENDAR | LOCATIONS | PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS | NIRRTI PC POST | WATANUKI PC POST
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I was arrested under the provision of the Church, under the suspicion of being a Witch. Luckily, when they came to take me, my altar was safely hidden away - though that didn’t stop any of my shock or fear when they grabbed me, staring down at me with eyes that made it seem like they had already judged me in their hearts.
In front of the entire village, they proclaimed they had enough cause to consider me eligible for one of the time-honored Witch tests, by which I could prove my innocence or guilt. Though there had been whispers about it, I had no idea what those tests involved.
Roughly, I was closed in a room, and told I would undergo two tests. The first test was a simple one - to recite the lord’s prayer and passages from the Bible flawlessly.
I did so - having made sure to always pay attention to the religion my father followed - and the judges looked a little confused But before long, they stepped out of the room, conversing with a familiar, low voice that I recognized as the one belonging to the men I had seen in the village, a man who once glared at me with my lover…
Eventually, I was taken out of the room. And when I was…
They walked me over to the river, at the widest part. Despite my protests, my screaming, they stripped me down to my undergarments, tying me up with coarse, tight rope before throwing me bodily into the water.
It was cold - and for a moment, I thought I would drown. But then, due to having spent so much time in this very river….I managed to get myself to float to the top, even with my arms and legs bound, coughing and gasping as I took great swallows of air.
As I managed to flip myself back onto my back, to see what they were doing...I heard it.
“....A Witch! You’ve all seen it right in front of your eyes! The water rejects her - she never had the sacrament of baptism!”
My blood ran cold, even as I tried to open my mouth and scream that I was not a Witch, that I had never been one - but the rushing of the water roared out over my feeble, choked voice.
And as they pulled me back to shore, I could hear it.
“Witch! A Witch! Of course she was, with her mother...Punish the Witch!”
Everyone...who I had grown up around, who had helped me when my family died, who had happily talked to me and took my medicine….All of them were looking at me with eyes that hated me, feared me….eyes that screamed they no longer saw me as who I was, but the symbol of the grief and misfortune they had all suffered during this hard time…
...Someone to blame for the twists in their fates.
I was drawn onto the shore, coughing and aching, but my humiliation, my pain - it was not yet over. As they began to pick me up, a man shouted from nearby - and in his hands was my small shrine, which made my eyes begin to fill with tears.
“Inside her house, we found this monument to satan himself, and all sort of horrible ingredients for the ‘medicine’ she claimed would heal us! In a book was written the recipes, some of which called for blood! Blood from our own livestock and children!”
The man who yelled this...I knew him. He was the same man I had heard outside of the room, a man who had a daughter…
But before I could think any more of it, he lifted the altar and smashed it to the ground, breaking it - and with it, the gentle memories of my mother, of my family. I sobbed, brokenly, lowering my head, as I realized what all of this meant.
I was a sacrifice - to ambition, to make people less frightened.
And even as I stood, later, on the scaffold - where the Church proclaimed me as a Witch, my chair in disarray and still in the undergarments, still damp and cold - I watched the faces of the crowd, feeling despair and sorrow and anger.
These were not the gentle faces I had known.
These were merely the faces of people who wanted an effigy to burn, someone to blame.
And even though I cried out - loud against the shouts and the accusations - that I did not curse them, I had nothing to do with their dead chickens and pigs and cattle, that I wasn’t the reason the crops were sparce and poor - no one heard me.
Instead, I was hit - with sticks, stones, manure..anything to make me shut up and get back in line as the demon woman I was, the whore who had sold herself to the devil to gain power and do evil. Gone was my good reputation - I merely must have sold medicine to get everyone under my sway. And of course, was it not obvious? I, a member of a family that were outsiders to the village, had somehow cured the wife of the most important man in it! Of course I had used spells and evil to make the son of that family fall in love with me, why else would it have happened so fast?
And as I collapsed to my knees, weeping openly in front of them, I felt their sneers, their happiness at seeing me suffer.
Humans cannot live without seeing someone as worse than them.
They cannot bear someone being happy when they themselves are unhappy.
And in that moment….
...No one understood how filthy humans were better than I did.
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[Peanut gallery, helping.]
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[He says this like he's reciting a textbook lesson.]
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Well, you've met Riku, right? We grew up together.
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Yeah! But what's Riku got to do with it?
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He's nice.
[ A good example and how people are nice and can grow. Also have you seen Riku??? ]
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[He still doesn't know Riku terribly well but he seems chill. All the same--]
Maybe you're just lucky. [or a protagonist] I knew a guy a little bit like you. He was lucky too.
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[Someone to blame. A scapegoat for bad things that happened that no one could control. Turning against someone who had only ever wanted to do good in the world.
And so they became the monster everyone thought they were.]
.... Father. Humans have... always been this way, haven't they.
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Humans really can be cruel.
Sakura doesn't say anything, listening carefully. ]
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[no one else is gonna defend humanity, but Ann is going to try.]
You can't insist all humans are cruel because of this!
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humans are usually only awful in large groups!]
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This kind of hurts. It screams of a familiar feeling. Of a familiar memory. He can practically see it in the back of his mind.
"Why... why... If that feather didn't exist, that guy... he wouldn't have come. None of this would have happened...!"
"It's him! He's the one who stole the feather and ran away!"
"He's the one who ruined our country!"
"Bring them back!"
"Bring everyone back!"
He remembers getting pelted as he took the blame for those words. He kind of hates how familiar this is. ]
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