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thefoundation2019-05-04 11:50 am
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2019-05-04 11:50 am
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WEEK 6 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, the smile on her face bright once again.
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.
...There was so few of them now.
All of them...were now alone, having to come to this conclusion themselves.
Yet, they had to find the truth.
Why did three people die?
Who did this?
The answer...stretched on ahead...
The Witch - Nirrti - was there, sitting in the most important place, watching all of them with a sharp, cruel gaze, the smile on her face bright once again.
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.
...There was so few of them now.
All of them...were now alone, having to come to this conclusion themselves.
Yet, they had to find the truth.
Why did three people die?
Who did this?
The answer...stretched on ahead...
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He did! He really likes it. You did a great job sewing.
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... I really worked hard on it, for him. Has he named it yet?
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[ DO the beary touching reunion and stuff ]
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It's just weird, being called by my actual name in so long.
[ He's so used to being called Syaoran, after all. ]
every time I click to respond ONLY TO YOU gmail is like this is suspicious
it's okay gmail says all my scp tags are suspicious, thanks gmail
You don't have to. It's more that I'm used to being called 'Syaoran', rather than... Tsubasa.
Secure Contain Len
[ When he beCAIM a demon. ]
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[ were y'all gossiping ]
And, ah... I don't mind if it's you, Sora-san. I mostly go by Syaoran to protect myself, but I don't really need it here.
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[ ;) ]
Okay, Tsubasa! And you can just call me Sora.
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[ He's not going to lie, what do you want from him? Nevertheless, Tsubasa wears a thin smile. ]
Sora, then.