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auroraexpress2018-12-18 08:11 pm
hot_mess_express) wrote in auroraexpress2018-12-18 08:11 pm
Entry tags:
- !days 1-20,
- !trials,
- amane kawanokami,
- elaine felkin,
- eliza aberdeen,
- hlasoh,
- randolph "randy" orlando,
- rufus albarea,
- ✦ ciabatta,
- ✦ eclair,
- ✦ emilia westmarch,
- ✦ frisk and chara (au),
- ✦ jusis albarea,
- ✦ kaiko minaru,
- ✦ marceline,
- ✦ naan,
- ✦ noe archiviste,
- ✦ pathiri,
- ✦ shinjiro aragaki,
- ✦ v'neef itsuki
The Second Trial
Who: game participants!
When: Day 5, night
Where: ~outside~
[A silence abruptly descends upon the jungle. For a moment, all is calm, and then a heavy gust of wind blows in, making the Aurora sway. In your mind is a call some of you have heard before:
Come hither, Heroes. Prove thy worth.
This time, however, there’s no worn-out house. Instead there’s a large tent -- dirty and imposing, with a jet black flag above it, it looks like a command tent right out of a medieval battlefield. The canvas is spattered in mud and blood, and white feathers are scattered all around it, carpeting the ground for several feet.
By your own will or by unexplained compulsion, you are drawn to the tent, to meet your second Trial. As you enter, a man’s voice, clear and resonant, rings out.]
“O unfortunate pawns of the Light, answer me this: What is Justice?”
RULES ☆ ROOMS ☆ WINNERS ☆ ENDGAME
When: Day 5, night
Where: ~outside~
[A silence abruptly descends upon the jungle. For a moment, all is calm, and then a heavy gust of wind blows in, making the Aurora sway. In your mind is a call some of you have heard before:
Come hither, Heroes. Prove thy worth.
This time, however, there’s no worn-out house. Instead there’s a large tent -- dirty and imposing, with a jet black flag above it, it looks like a command tent right out of a medieval battlefield. The canvas is spattered in mud and blood, and white feathers are scattered all around it, carpeting the ground for several feet.
By your own will or by unexplained compulsion, you are drawn to the tent, to meet your second Trial. As you enter, a man’s voice, clear and resonant, rings out.]
“O unfortunate pawns of the Light, answer me this: What is Justice?”
RULES ☆ ROOMS ☆ WINNERS ☆ ENDGAME
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Maybe use Arts next time, if that's more your speed. Well, if this sorta stuff comes up again. Let's hope you don't need to.
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I'm adept at physical combat. Hand to hand is simply not my strongest point.
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Haha... I'm more of a spearman, myself. Though my real talent lies with guns.
[someone please stop this man he's too powerful]
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...I see. It's quite something to have two proficiencies.
But you are avoiding your agreement.
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What a stickler...
I was upset, that you didn't agree with me, even having seen that memory. But I wasn't lying when I said that was also fine.
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I eventually got them to back off, and managed to at least get it into my Uncle's head, a little bit of why. But I lost the chance to tell any of that to my Father.
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[Especially fathers.]
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