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thefoundation2019-02-16 12:32 pm
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2019-02-16 12:32 pm
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MOCK WEEK - WEEK 1 TRIAL
It was noon on Friday.
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...🗈
This new world looked like...the inside of an ornate courtroom, like something that wouldn't be too far from some kind of grand fantasy novel.
The Witch, Lambdadelta was there, sitting in the most important place, smiling brightly at everyone. 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.
As they looked around, they might have also been surprised to see that their forms had changed - perhaps only slightly, or a much more dramatic change. It seemed like this place demanded a different form in some way, even if it was just a change of clothing.
...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.
Yesterday had been the start of the game. But now, armed with all they knew...now, they had to truly go up against the Witch, and somehow.....win.
Right?
The Witch, Lambdadelta was there, sitting in the most important place, smiling brightly at everyone. 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.
As they looked around, they might have also been surprised to see that their forms had changed - perhaps only slightly, or a much more dramatic change. It seemed like this place demanded a different form in some way, even if it was just a change of clothing.
...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.
Yesterday had been the start of the game. But now, armed with all they knew...now, they had to truly go up against the Witch, and somehow.....win.
Right?
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Should we ask her to confirm it?
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Lambdaaaaa
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Can you confirm in red the order of the weapons used on Riku?
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[Hmmm... Okay.]
The order of weapons used on Riku were: knife, gun, and lastly stake.
[Go thorns go?]
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[They immediately wither.]
I'd normally never say that - I could have just denied it with 'incorrect', but I'm taking pity on all of you.
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Riku used the knife on himself. The culprit used the gun and the stake.
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Riku never harmed himself on purpose or by accident!
[The thorns he'd put on her previously vanish, as a set of brilliant red vines suddenly surround Asuma's body. It's uncomfortably pointy...]
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The stake wasn't used at all.
[ The words will take on the form of a wakizashi. Let's go \o/ ]
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Wasn't used at all...in what? You have to be specific.
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hmm. ]
The stake wasn't used at all on the night of Riku's murder.
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Ugh, fine! I'm taking it easy on you guys anyway - I accept it!
L-Lady Lambdadelta?!
[Asmodeus looks shocked - and then screams as cracks begin to form on her body, as Lambda takes the hit from the Blue Truth, the sword burying itself into her arm.]
N-No, please! Don't - Kyaaaaaaa!
[With that last scream, Asmodeus vanishes, leaving only the brass stake to clatter against the floor...]
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[ It's not a laugh of amusement or anything. Just a this is fine kind of laugh. ]
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[Feel proud, Jack. You body horrored a cute girl out of existence.]
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That makes me feel so much better...
[ From his tone, it's clear that it doesn't. ]
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[Her tone is neutral, though her voice is perhaps naturally soothing.
Just imagine Silver or Asuma stumbling on that particular truth. Does that help?]
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[Lambda is....kind of solemn, for once.]
For demons, they can't 'exist' unless they're accepted to exist. ....Witches also fall under this catagory.
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