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thefoundation2019-04-20 11:05 am
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2019-04-20 11:05 am
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WEEK 4 TRIAL
It was noon on Saturday.
No matter where they were, no matter what they were doing...the moment the chimes rang out through the hall, they felt a change.
The world...began to expand, as they felt themselves leaving the world they were on, and towards another, much larger world...🗈
No matter where they were, no matter what they were doing...the moment the chimes rang out through the hall, they felt a change.
The world...began to expand, as they felt themselves leaving the world they were on, and towards another, much larger world...🗈
...As always, the courtroom was there - along with the audience, watching, waiting for the entertainment before them.
The Witch - Nirrti - was there, sitting in the most important place, watching all of them with a sharp, cruel gaze, though no smile could be seen on her face today.
Watanuki was also there, but he merely lounged in the back behind them, smoking a kiseru pipe in silence.
...It seemed as if he was content to watch - that he had to watch - as part of the rules of the game.
There was no music to be heard, but... perhaps on another plane, in another place, someone else heard music as they gazed upon the proceedings.
Again, their forms had changed - perhaps into something different than last time, but...still a change, no matter how dramatic or inconsequential it was.
...There was a deep silence in the room, one that no one wanted to break. It was the faint tension in the air, like the moments before a race or a competition begins.
Truth was elusive, yet they had to find it.
No matter how painful, or upsetting.
No badly how much they all hurt.
For the sake of the dead...and the sake of them all.
The Witch - Nirrti - was there, sitting in the most important place, watching all of them with a sharp, cruel gaze, though no smile could be seen on her face today.
Watanuki was also there, but he merely lounged in the back behind them, smoking a kiseru pipe in silence.
...It seemed as if he was content to watch - that he had to watch - as part of the rules of the game.
There was no music to be heard, but... perhaps on another plane, in another place, someone else heard music as they gazed upon the proceedings.
Again, their forms had changed - perhaps into something different than last time, but...still a change, no matter how dramatic or inconsequential it was.
...There was a deep silence in the room, one that no one wanted to break. It was the faint tension in the air, like the moments before a race or a competition begins.
Truth was elusive, yet they had to find it.
No matter how painful, or upsetting.
No badly how much they all hurt.
For the sake of the dead...and the sake of them all.
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Solidarity, I guess?
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[For some reason, this -- just this weird little thing at the tail end of things, after all the blood and the murder and the vengeance and the yelling, all of it -- is what gets him to look kind of abashed, scratching at his head before shrugging back.]
Are you going drinking again after?
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[ She smiles... and lets out a soft laugh at the question. Ah... she guesses she's established a reputation as something of a post-trial lush here. ]
I haven't really decided.
[ Honestly, she might just go for some hot tea this time. ]
If you want me to sneak you a glass I don't mind.
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He remembers her and Gebura in the trial, saying things like that, because of course he does -- even in the middle of all the confusion and chaos it reached his ears. It just hasn't registered properly until now. There's a little smile back, a little crooked, and then a nod.]
It seems like kind of a good weekend for that.
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All right, I can do that. Do you want me to bring it to your new room or to the beach?
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[He's deferring to her expertise!]
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I think people tend to frown on drinking alone in your room. The beach might be nice.
[ She's not really much of a beach person, but she knows he is, so. Bust out the Jimmy Buffett. ]
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[He does brighten a little at the mention of the beach. And honestly, fresh air is always his go-to after trials, and he's spent way too much time cooped up in the room as it is. Good call, Emi.]
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I'll meet you out there a little later, then.