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]

Who will be there to listen to your own feelings on the situation?

[voreaciously]

I do not require that.

[evenly, quietly, firmly]

I am fine.

[saddleclub]

What a frustrating woman you are...

But very well. I, too, do not intend to burden anyone further with my opinions on this.

[voreaciously]

Emotions are prohibited and I do not have many to begin with. At any rate, if you have people who care about you--and you do--you are not a burden to them.

[i onLY SHE UNDERSTOOD THAT THIS GOES BOTH WAYS.]

[saddleclub]

....You are so incredibly frustrating.

Why are emotions prohibited?

[voreaciously]

So you have said. And because they interere.

[saddleclub]

With what?

[voreaciously]

Missions. Objectives.