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thefoundation2019-05-11 12:49 pm
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FINAL TRIAL
...Finally, it was time to begin.
The unlit pyre rose before them, tall and massive.
The smell of smoke wafted around them, as the Witch stood before them - flanked by all her demons and her servants.
The Pieces she had taken.🗈
The unlit pyre rose before them, tall and massive.
The smell of smoke wafted around them, as the Witch stood before them - flanked by all her demons and her servants.
The Pieces she had taken.🗈
There was no audience, no trial.
It was just them...and the Witch.
The Witch who stood before the pyre, as if accepting her fate.
In this, this final hour... Music could be heard by both the pieces and those that looked on from another plane.
Their forms were changed again, for the final time - to those of the trial.
A trial that could easily turn into an execution...or a redemption.
But it still had to happen.
If something heals improperly, you must cause pain and reopen the wounds to make it heal correctly.
But.
There was always the risk of infection...
....Would this end....in a happy ending...?
...Nothing was certain.
Nothing, except the knowledge in their own hearts and minds.
It was just them...and the Witch.
The Witch who stood before the pyre, as if accepting her fate.
In this, this final hour... Music could be heard by both the pieces and those that looked on from another plane.
Their forms were changed again, for the final time - to those of the trial.
A trial that could easily turn into an execution...or a redemption.
But it still had to happen.
If something heals improperly, you must cause pain and reopen the wounds to make it heal correctly.
But.
There was always the risk of infection...
....Would this end....in a happy ending...?
...Nothing was certain.
Nothing, except the knowledge in their own hearts and minds.

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The Hollow's grin curls, showing a flash of teeth just as white as the rest of him before he straightens up a little. His eyes size up the boy approaching him, the gaze still... kind of bored, honestly.]
Yeah, yeah. You're going to try to steal the Queen's throne from her? Don't make me laugh.
Put up or shut up, puppy.
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Nevertheless, he closes his eyes for a moment as he does a couple of precise movements, blue flames making a pink glitter sword appear in his hands. If anybody is close to Tsubasa, they might just also get glittered.
(I'm so sorry.) ]
It has nothing to do with stealing the throne. All we want is the truth to be out. And nobody is going to hide that from any of us!
[ He runs his fingertips along the blade, crackles of blue lightning appearing before he strikes his opponent with it.
This is his blue truth-- ]
I met up with Koide-san on Thursday evening at the chapel. We spoke for a bit before I apologized to him. The two of us fought, and while he protected himself and even managed to rip a part of my clothes, I was victorious in the end.
After I knocked him out, I went to the master bedroom and grabbed a sword and stabbed him in the chest. I pulled out the sword, which caused the bloodsplatter in the chapel and then wiped it clean before carrying Koide-san to the first floor library. I laid him there and went to set the scene, just like I had seen in the story I had read, with a few adjustments.
I ran around a lot - to the kitchen to grab a knife, then my room to change my clothes, and to grab the paint I had hidden in my closet that I'd asked from the goats. I went back downstairs to the boiler room and left the kitchen knife and burned my clothes.
I then went back to the library to pour the paint on the floor and moved Koide-san's body to lie on top. Then I grabbed a ladder from the gardening shed and the stake from the master bedroom, returned the broadsword I had used, and and then went back once again to the library.
I stabbed Koide-san once again with the stake. I took his shoes and painted them and created what everyone saw on the ceiling: his footprints and the massive amount of paint.
Then I took the shoes and the paintbucket to Koide-san's room and filled the tub with water. I used the tub to clean out the paintbucket and just let the two in front of the tub. I then went back to return the ladder and then messed up the room by taking books from random shelves and throwing them onto the floor.
The killer was me!
You have nothing to refute, right?!
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Also I hope you're not close to your boyfriend because there's a lot of fucking glitter. ]
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And nope, Takumi is now showered in pink glitter... and while it's invisible in his hair it shows up really good on his black coat]
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But there's a beat before he points at Riku. Someone else needs to be glittered ]
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I didn't think that the glitter sword would show up here. Are you okay?
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She looks impressed. Go Syaoran go. ]
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So uh, the Hollow's eyes do widen for a brief moment as all that glitter settles all over him. And his hounds. And the entire surrounding area. Probably the ceiling, too. He recovers after a moment, though -- to stare flatly at Syaoran as he goes on with his Blue Truth. It eventually darkens into a glower the more he piles on, but he doesn't say anything until he's done.
There's a snarl as he takes the sword full to the chest, the hounds crowding around to howl and sparkle in the background but unable to protect their master from this interloper. The lightning burns right through him and--
He laughs.
Just like at the execution of the fifth trial, the creature that most of them have never seen before laughs, and laughs as he's burned by the Blue Truth, falling backward as his hounds shatter into splinters of bone and ash before their master settles back quietly into an empty shell, devoid of all life.
But not devoid of glitter. THANKS.]
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do that ]