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

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow's back is a ruined mess and frankly he's not a fan! He gives a grumpy glare to the general area. ]

Ugh, guess that means I owe her some sparks.

[voreaciously]

[yeah so you know how she's like being discreet and whatever shhh it's fine.]

...I can fix that for you.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He looks over at her. ]

Wha-- you mean my back?

[voreaciously]

Yes.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He nods slightly. ]

Then-- please.

[voreaciously]

[yikes, this is serious.]

Soyez béni et bien.

[Glowing blue water gathers around her hand and she walks around him to lay her hands across his back. The touch is cool, calming, refreshing. The pain fades to nothing very quickly.]

This will not take very long.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He lets out a soft sigh, his posture becoming less stiff in increments. ]

...Thanks.

[ewestmarch]

Yeah.

[Packing her shoulder passive-aggressively.]

[bad_crowmance]

How many is it? I haven't actually been in a winning game yet.

[ewestmarch]

Five hundred. I don't know how many we got. I've never not won a game.

[bad_crowmance]

Two hundred for losing. So the difference is three hundred sparks.

[ He pulls out his Chain and pokes at it, sending her the 300 sparks. ]

Just so we're clear, I don't regret trying.

[ewestmarch]

Mm, thanks. I'll pay for your healing, we'll probably come out even.

[A promise is a promise, but she'd gone along with it in the end.]

[bad_crowmance]

Well, I'm not gonna complain about that.

[ Except then 80H takes care of healing him for free oops. ]

[bowtiedbones]

[bloody head, sooty, feathery. gross!]

Owe who for what?

[bad_crowmance]

[ He gestures towards Emilia, whose.... name he doesn't actually know, oops. ]

I made a bet on whether or not my strategy would work.... I lost.

[bowtiedbones]

What was your strategy? We thought about not picking a king in the first round, but we figured we would get punished for it.

[bad_crowmance]

Last round, I thought sacrificing the "king" for a bunch of fictional people was stupid. She said she could bleed out without dying, so we tried that instead. I told her if it didn't work, I'd pay her the sparks she'd be losing out on.

[bowtiedbones]

...you tried the whole gallon?

[bad_crowmance]

Is that how much blood a person has? Because if so, then yes.

[saddleclub]

....

[God I don't even know what to do with you.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He notices Jusis and lifts a hand. ]

Yo. How are you doing?

[saddleclub]

I'm pissed off. And you?

[bad_crowmance]

Annoyed, but I'll live. What happened in your room?

[saddleclub]

Nothing worth talking about.

[bad_crowmance]

That bad, huh?