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

[saddleclub]

...I had gathered. What have you come here to say then? Just that?

[voreaciously]

Largely, yes.

[and you do not appear to be concussed. like, she was careful, but it would be irresponsible not to follow up.]

[saddleclub]

I see. Well you've said it.

[voreaciously]

I have. I trust you will attend yourself.

[it's not a question and she starts to rise slowly, perhaps a bit stiffly, but not tood badly.

it's hidden from view, but her back is fucked]

Sorry to trouble you.

[She won't insult him by apologising for hitting him.]

[saddleclub]

And you will see to your own wounds, correct?

[voreaciously]

Hm?

[oh right, that's what's been hurting she like, shoved it to the back of her mind.]

Yes.

[eventua]

[saddleclub]

..... Now.

[voreaciously]

...It is fine.

[saddleclub]

........................

[voreaciously]

I will take your silence for agreement. My apologies for the trouble.

[saddleclub]

My head hurts too much to deal with you.

[voreaciously]

[She will just touch his forehead with a magical glowing watery hand if he doesn't try to stop her.

his headache is her fault, she can do that much.]

[saddleclub]

What are you doing?

[voreaciously]

[She does not answer him.

instead, the pain in his head fades away completely and she removes her hand.]

[saddleclub]

[The heck.]



......I suppose I should thank you.

[voreaciously]

No. You should not. I am only correcting what I myself have done.

[The water disappears. The glow fades.]

[saddleclub]

.... Very well. Though I can appreciate that much honor.

[voreaciously]

...It is the barest minimum.

[like, please set the bar higher]

[saddleclub]

You're correct there.

[Have you considered his dad wouldn't be this honorable? So like, you're already winning. ]

[voreaciously]

[that is sad, jusis.]

But I suppose it is not my business. My apologies for disturbing you.

[saddleclub]

Hmph.

[What else is he supposed to say?]

[voreaciously]

[oh, she does wonder.]

That man, though, you look awfully similar to him.

[saddleclub]

...? You mean my brother? Naturally we look alike.

[voreaciously]

Not all siblings do. At any rate, I had suspected, but only wished to confirm your relation.

[so your brother is banging my teammate that you also probably definitely like huh.

wow]

[saddleclub]

[Leave my gay ass alone.]

Well. You have confirmed it.