WEEK 5 TRIAL...?

[foundationmods]

TRIAL

Even though there's no guilty party left alive, The Lady ushers you all upstairs anyway. She looks...odd, her eyes glazed over in an odd manner, her motions a bit sharper than normal.

There's still the box, but for some reason it feels...ominous...?

And though she says nothing, music begins to play in the room...


VICTIM:
M̧̛̥͉̳̪͔͕̼͎̻͕͟Ì̤̝̩͇̝͖̠̬́͟͞͝ͅŅ̛̛͖̺͇́͜A̵̢̡̗̙͇̝̥̹͇̲̖̣̰̖͡T̶̵̸̗̼̼͍̘̞̠̀ͅǪ̸̸̨̞͇̪͚͇ ̨̼̪̖̯̻͙̤̬͉̟̭̙̟̗͡A̻̣̭̻̫͎͈̥͎̗̻͘͡R̢͇͚̻̦͟͝I̡҉̷̯̼̤̹̜̙̟̜̹̝̺̣͈̩̘̭͠S͏̶̜̬͔͈̭͉̯̪͙͓̪̻̖͉̩̕͜͟ͅͅA̡̢̻̥̠̭̯̻͇͖T̴̨̛͎̟͕̜̗̗̰̯̥̺̯̹͜O̧̧̭̥̺̱̺̠̞͜,̠̯͔̥̖̣͖̼̪͍̕͡͝ ͏͓̬͇̱͖̰̞̠̺͟R̵̡̛͍̰̯͔͖͚̣̼̼̲̻͡E҉̴̶̡͖͚͈͈̯̺̠̖̼Á͈̣̜̥̗͍̫̖̱̰̘͓̲̺̀̕͜͡N̴̸̵̨̰̭̖̰̯͖̩̺͇̟̱ ̧̖̱̣͖̲̙̲̖̟̩̭̩̬̝̟͚Ş̸҉̳̺͙͓̱̲̙̜͈̠̦̞͓͘͜C̴̵͙̫̰̫͕͓̲̬͔̯͝H̛͍̖ͅW̵̟̘̣̬͇̟̳̙̟͡A͙̗̩̟̣̥̪̮̯̮̜͙̮͎̗̳͎͚̹͘͞R̡̧̖̦̀̀ͅZ̹̺̙͕̰͘E͡҉̨̠͓̦͈̻̼̱͍́͝R̵̞͉͖̟̮͚̮̼͍̬͔̭̥͓̹̙̖̮̮͜


?̶̧͔̝̱́?̵̪̮̖ ̶̡̧͖̳͚G̖̬̳͜U̟͎͈̦̖̹̕E̗͈͚͎S̸͕̩T̷̲͖̬́S̩̝̻̲͟ͅ ͍̪̻R̯̟̩̲̻͍͡E̢̺̻͓M̫̦̲̲̼͡A̴̛҉̮̺̪̼̜̹̯Ị͘N͏͚͓̗͔̼̞̘.̙̥̮̳̩͘

Comments

[purrtagonist]

. . . why is he contacting you?

[swordhandled]

We've been talking... for quite some time.

[purrtagonist]

How long is "quite some time?"

[swordhandled]

[ the briefest of pauses before he firms himself up well. since everything is going out into the open ]

Since the beginning

[purrtagonist]

[a h]

Your role, then. What is it?

[swordhandled]

[ his tablet pinging like crazy was enough to get owain to pause this conversation if only to look down at the messages. what he sees is enough to get him to frown ]

I... Is now really the time for that? He needs me alive if you want to get him out.

[justfists]

Then we won't vote for you.

[purrtagonist]

[looking down at the tablet, trying to peek at the messages]

. . . nobody wants to vote for you.

[swordhandled]

[ the messages on screen show "no wait, don't" "Stop" "they're going to kill you don't tell them"

and it looks like there's quite a long message history ]

Cinque's right, he's scared.

[purrtagonist]

So are we.

[. . . but he imagines the Outsider realizes this]

Getting him out of the brain is our top priority. If you're needed for that, then we won't kill you.

[latebluemer]

He really has a lot of conditions, doesn't he?

[She sounds angry, but it's not at Owain. It's like trying to do one of those stupid, stupid puzzle lockboxes to get this damn guy out of the brain.]

[swordhandled]

He just needs to get out. If we can manage that we can do a lot of good

[latebluemer]

[She thinks that over.]

So you're one of the ways to get him out. Are all of his conditions set in stone?

[swordhandled]

[ a small smile ]

That's not so much a condition as it is a goal.

[foundationmods]

[His tablet is dinging a few times as he does this talk, by the way.]

[swordhandled]

[ it's still out so he's glancing downwards ]

belated

[resortghosts]

[well, as soon as that is all out in the open--

some invisible force slams Owain's head into the nearest pew.

You. You are in the deepest shit imaginable, young man]

[swordhandled]

--I won't say that I didn't deserve that.

[maskarang]

[ this is what he's here for, dw ] You didn't deserve that.

[swordhandled]

This was something that I've kept hidden for a while.

[maskarang]

... There are worse secrets to keep.

[swordhandled]

--I suppose so, but this was one that affected more than just me.

[justfists]

[she will remember that]

[swordhandled]

[ >GLASS HIM ]

[justfists]

[YOU BETTER FUCKING BELIEVE SHE'S GOING TO U LITTLE SHIT]