The Seventh Trial

[hot_mess_express]

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

Comments

[ewestmarch]

Okay, we're yelling.

[saddleclub]

What the hell happened--who hit me?

[Looking around.]

What happened to you?

[ewestmarch]

Did you die?

[Ignoring that question for now.]

[saddleclub]

Not--I don't believe so. I was knocked out from behind while arguing with my brother about the who thing.

What happened in your room?

[ewestmarch]

I got cut up a lot. ...Your brother's the one with the same hair, I'm guessing.

[Looking over. Yeah.]

[saddleclub]

Yes. That's him.

Cut up how? By the game or did someone attack you?

[ewestmarch]

Just the game. We tried to find a loophole - bled the 'King' out but didn't kill me.

I was going to ask you to close me up but now I feel shitty about it. You should get checked for a concussion.

[saddleclub]

No, I need to heal myself as well. Give me a moment and I'll handle us both.

[He has a killer headache but 80H is very precise she probably didn't damage him more than necessary to knock him out.]

[ewestmarch]

If you like.

[Not gonna protest free healing.]