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

[crimeson]

[...folds their fingers together, gentle.]

I probably... should've just asked 80H to do it, huh? Rather than cornering you.

[ruinatings]

You didn't corner me. I made the decision on my own.

[Geez!]

[crimeson]

You did, but... I could've made it easier on you.

[BY TAKING THAT CHOICE AWAY]

[ruinatings]

I would have been very irtitated if you'd let someone else do it.

[crimeson]

...All right. Fair enough.

[ruinatings]

Yes. But don't think that means you're obligated to do it if it's the other way around. It's just that I know what I'm doing and I won't let someone else make you suffer.

[crimeson]

That's kinda what I was thinking at the time. We can cross the other way around road if it comes to that.

[ruinatings]

Hopefully it won't.

[Squeezing his hand!]

Your teammate likely hates me now.