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]

Neat it is!

[ Jusis gets neat and Crow's getting on the rocks. ]

And I'm really not surprised. I can't imagine you drunk.

[ Though he'd bet it would be entertaining as hell. ]

[saddleclub]

I'm glad that you cannot.

[Where are we gonna drink Crow.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Living room! Licorice's decor sure is a thing, but Crow seems pretty comfortable with it at least. ]

I'm sure you are. Anyone ever tell you that you really need to loosen up a little?

[saddleclub]

You. Plenty of times. Which is why I've never given it any consideration.

[He's a rude asshole but actually he's just awkwardly hiding fond teasing.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow may not remember Jusis particularly well yet, but he'd like to think he can pick up on when someone's giving him shit. ]

I had the right idea again. It's so good to know I've always been this smart.

[ Ignoring how bad he was in school apparently because that is in no way a good indicator of intelligence. ]