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

[whirlingmace]

[ She will snag tablet and then keep her arms around him. Awkward typing is go. ]

We'll get her back, Sataling. We will do everything to get her back.

[purrtagonist]

. . .

[there's still no response]

[whirlingmace]

[ Pausing in her messages to pinch his cheek. ]

Sataling. Listen.

[purrtagonist]

I'm listening.

[said evenly, without any inflection whatsoever]

[whirlingmace]

Do you trust me?

[purrtagonist]

Yes.

[. . . said just as dully]

[whirlingmace]

[ Just going to nuzzle against his hair. Take this affection. ]

Then help me save them. I know it hurts. I know it hurts really badly... but we can save them.

[purrtagonist]

[quietly]

I need time.

[whirlingmace]

[ She nods ]

Alright... Just... I'll be here.

[purrtagonist]

. . . thank you, Cinque.

[whirlingmace]

[ She's quiet for a moment or two before nodding. ]

I love you. I am going to keep reminding you of that no matter... what you decide.

[ In case... he decides to do something else that'll make everyone really sad or mad. ]

[purrtagonist]

. . .

I love you-- too, Cinque.

[he responds with his words barely above a whisper]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ Mmmm ]

Don't you want to help bring her back?

[purrtagonist]

Yes.

[. . . ah. he talks]

[enter_the_darkness]

Well, you're not gonna make a single difference acting like this.

[purrtagonist]

. . .

Give me time to grieve, Vanitas.

[just. . . he asks for that quietly, voice even]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ AKIRA, HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO...

... He doesn't actually know what grieving even is. He's never really needed to know until this place happened. But, now isn't the time to ask questions - not that he would ask this one, either way. ]

As long as you're not shutting down.

[purrtagonist]

. . . I'm not.

[he is. a little bit]

[enter_the_darkness]

I'll believe that when I see it.