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auroraexpress2019-03-12 06:13 pm
hot_mess_express) wrote in auroraexpress2019-03-12 06:13 pm
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The Seventh Trial
Who: heroes (?)
When: Day 16, early morning
Where: the party zone
[Late in the night, the train jostles again. It feels like a Trial, but this time there's a strange, oppressive feeling in the air, and the call forth has changed. And yet it's a voice that's been heard before -- the resonant young man's voice that accompanied a military tent surrounded in white feathers.
What is a hero?
That tent is here now, imposing with its black flag and spatters of mud and blood, but the edges are tattered and the feathers strewn about are beginning to turn black. From them rises a smoke with a dark glow, sending a chill through anyone it touches.
As you enter the voice is raised again. Though still strong, it's no longer clear -- it sounds hoarse and a little distorted.]
What is your worth? What do you stand for? What... is the right thing to do?
What is Justice?
SIGNUPS ☆ RULES ☆ ROOMS ☆ WINNERS & ENDGAME
When: Day 16, early morning
Where: the party zone
[Late in the night, the train jostles again. It feels like a Trial, but this time there's a strange, oppressive feeling in the air, and the call forth has changed. And yet it's a voice that's been heard before -- the resonant young man's voice that accompanied a military tent surrounded in white feathers.
What is a hero?
That tent is here now, imposing with its black flag and spatters of mud and blood, but the edges are tattered and the feathers strewn about are beginning to turn black. From them rises a smoke with a dark glow, sending a chill through anyone it touches.
As you enter the voice is raised again. Though still strong, it's no longer clear -- it sounds hoarse and a little distorted.]
What is your worth? What do you stand for? What... is the right thing to do?
What is Justice?
SIGNUPS ☆ RULES ☆ ROOMS ☆ WINNERS & ENDGAME
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I--I can fix that.
[She does not know if he knows about it. It's difficult to see your own neck without assistance.]
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[She is calm, she is very calm, and she moves behind him to put his hair up before coming back around.]
Soyez béni et bien.
[Glowing blue water gathers around her hand and she reaches for his neck. The touch is cool, calming, refreshing. The pain fades. And so does the worst of the redness.
But a line remains. She cannot get it to go away and a small frown starts to form on her lips even if her eyes are hidden.]
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[pulling away once it's clear to him she's having some trouble. and it does feel better!]
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[She cannot get rid of it. Why can she not get rid of it? She needs to try harder. She needs to try harder and make it go away. She likes scars, but not like this.]
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It's all right. I've got plenty of scars, and it doesn't hurt anymore. Save your energy for all those backs, huh?
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She relents. After a moment.]
Very well. But it is simply that...Mister Finn...
[well he might be upset to see it. he might think of it as his failure--he tried so hard after all
but she does not care. she is not supposed to care. she is just supposed to be effective, and this would damage effectiveness. that's it. that's all.]
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I'll talk to Finn. And it's simple enough to hide, if he can't handle seeing it. I like turtlenecks.
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[she seems okay?? Her voice is level and even.]
I do not think his lordship the younger will be, however.
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He'll be pissed. He always is.
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