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unknownseas2020-04-25 02:19 am
bathymetric) wrote in unknownseas2020-04-25 02:19 am
SECOND TRIAL
Time's up, boys and girls. Please gather up your evidence and make your way to the vault door.
[ The process of heading to the elevator and crowding in remains the same as last week - Angel leads you all to the elevator car, then stays behind as you make your slow descent to the dome below. You might not even notice if you aren't paying attention, but... the cart is already less crowded than it was last week. You certainly won't be able to avoid noticing it if your numbers dwindle too much further than this.
When the doors open on the trial room, it's just as bleak a place as last week. ]
Take your places, won't you? And this time, you all know what's at stake. No more... funny business.
[The number of podiums displaying that red light is higher now - Damien, Lif, and Piers are all represented by blank spots now, no tasteful covers or anything normal to mark their passing, just a red glow and a gap in your number.
Cheery!
The screens raise up to the ceiling to give you all room to see, and the Professor's final words before the trial begins ring out: ]
Find the killer, leave alive. And killer? Try a little harder to stop them from doing that than the last one in your shoes. Call out for me if you require anything.
[ Welcome to your second trial. ]
[ The process of heading to the elevator and crowding in remains the same as last week - Angel leads you all to the elevator car, then stays behind as you make your slow descent to the dome below. You might not even notice if you aren't paying attention, but... the cart is already less crowded than it was last week. You certainly won't be able to avoid noticing it if your numbers dwindle too much further than this.
When the doors open on the trial room, it's just as bleak a place as last week. ]
Take your places, won't you? And this time, you all know what's at stake. No more... funny business.
[The number of podiums displaying that red light is higher now - Damien, Lif, and Piers are all represented by blank spots now, no tasteful covers or anything normal to mark their passing, just a red glow and a gap in your number.
Cheery!
The screens raise up to the ceiling to give you all room to see, and the Professor's final words before the trial begins ring out: ]
Find the killer, leave alive. And killer? Try a little harder to stop them from doing that than the last one in your shoes. Call out for me if you require anything.
[ Welcome to your second trial. ]
EXECUTION - I FEEL MY HEART IMPLODE (cw: burning alive)
[ Just as it was last week, the lights slam out, leaving you alone in darkness at the bottom of the sea, literally and maybe metaphorically if this is hitting you particularly hard.
But even if you haven’t already been hit particularly hard, this might just do that for you, because the screens flick on and, sure enough, Alice Cullen is no longer among your number. If you want to, now’s the time to turn away.
The scene on the screens rises in… an old operating theater, with Alice strapped to a chair in front of an audience of hooded figures. They’re speaking among themselves in… well, Italian, just to make this whole weird scene even weirder. If you do happen to speak Italian (or… Latin, some of them are absolutely speaking Latin), you can catch a few words like “danger,” “the laws,” and “exposure.” But they all quiet down soon enough, as…
A massive spotlight is turned on from somewhere offscreen - that can’t be standard issue for an operating theater, can it? - and focused on Alice, causing her skin to… well, sparkle sure is the best word for it. It catches the light and glimmers, reflecting a pattern of specks of light all around her. ]
Alice Cullen.
[ The speaker is a very normal-looking man, surrounded by some other similarly very normal-looking people.
Alice finds, regrettably, that she’s been gagged and cannot speak. But from her body language alone, she's much less okay with this than the last killer to be executed here.
The man walks down to the floor of the theater, spotlight causing his skin to do the same as hers, and touches a hand to her face, just briefly. ]
You’ve broken the laws. Pity.
[ He turns away with a dramatic twirl of his cloak. ]
Let us cure her.
[ And just like that, a duo of younger-looking figures turn and, one hand on each side, flip a massive lever against the wall. The crackling of electricity is loud, and it only gets louder as it hits Alice full-force through the bindings of the chair, sending her convulsing violently. It takes longer than one might think - maybe that’s the vampire part of her at work - and then the man seemingly in charge storms over to the lever. ]
More! Come, now!
[ He grips the lever and manages to pull it even further, and the electrical flow seems to grow exponentially. All the cloaked figures remain still and silent as Alice bursts into flames and, like a piece of flash paper, is suddenly reduced to ash.
Alice Cullen is dead. The lights come back on behind you, and The Professor addresses you. ]
You’re all free to go. Good job.
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...they were sparkling, right? You all saw that?
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[Jokes and murdering sharks are how we deal with stress in Sharknadoland. Only one of those is an option right now, so jokes it is.]
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Should put that on instagram.
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He'll stare at his hand a moment, then leave.]
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...He doesn't like it, for several reasons, but. Hm. All right.
He doesn't seem as deeply troubled as some of the others might - he doesn't seem particularly troubled at all, all things considered - but...well, he'll consider it later this evening, anyway. There will likely be time to.]
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She sucks in a breath and sharply looks away, but not before the electrocution starts. Not before she can start to picture it. Even though it's muffled from the gag, Della can still hear Alice's scream.
The moment she gets the chance to, she leaves.
That's going to stay with her for awhile. ]
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[Dead Apostle, vampire, whatever term one used--if the Professor hadn't seen to the problem, an Executor would have to. He'd known that from the moment he'd seen Piers' body, and felt it all a terrible inconvenience.]
[But that aside...today hadn't been all that bad, really. He could certainly say he was in higher spirits than some as they left the courtroom, not that such was a high bar to clear.]
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It's what she feels like she needs to do. She is, like Alice said, a midwife of death.
When it's over and the lights come back, Zerinda pulls up the hood of her cloak and runs to the elevator, doing her damndest to rub the tears from her eyes with the heels of her hands.]
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They burst into flame and ash in this exact same way. It suddenly hits differently.
He leaves without a word.]