TRIAL II

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Trial

At least this time you were given ample time to wreck your sleep schedule before the clocks gong at midnight (no apologies for such little sleep in the first place withstanding). The carnival looks just as you remember it, with the banquet and drinks refreshed. The spread is the same as before with two new additions: a platter of cute cupcakes that might remind you of someone, along with baozi of all types.

Like before, mind the pit in the middle and settle in to vote out the guilty party for the death of Siobhan "Shiv" Roy. With the benefit of experience, maybe this will be a little bit easier? With the mood weather lifted, there won't be any floods at trial at least.

(( OOC: Welcome to your first trial! You'll have 7 hours (until 8 PM EDT/5 PM PDT) to vote one (1) person guilty of murder. As this is scapegoat style, a correct vote is not necessary. Please remember to vote unless otherwise discussed with the mods, as that is our AC for this game ))

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[calamitish]

Not that either!

[ he looks amused though. ]

[coldseep]

Are we playing 20 questions?

( i believe this is precallout so hwy is still chillin )

[siffriend]

[ coming back to this is awful huh

Siffrin gives a short laugh, huffed, and nods. ]

There, I have... someone named Loop, who remembers too. They help me out a lot. Even if they're annoying. And here... Homura and Chara, we've spoken about our experiences.

[ They differ, in parts. They always will. But... ]

It's weird, but nice. I didn't expect it at all.

[calamitish]

Twenty questions would be far too many, and you have something you should be doing, shouldn't you? Unless you don't mind who gets voted.

[ which he's not dismissing. ]

[coldseep]

It depends who gets voted.

( Famous Last Words )

[siffriend]

[ It's fine, it's swipable, it's going back on when they're done--

The description makes their face light up, smile wider and warm as they lift their hand to touch their working eye gently.

(... It sounds beautiful, coming from G'raha. You wish you could listen to him more.) ]

The stars have always been important to me. And... the country I don't remember. The observatory here is something you would've found there, but on a smaller scale. I think. The Universe guided us, the stars its messengers. On the sea and in life.

[ But they're absently said, memories that surface and then dip away again. Siffrin shakes their head. ]

Um. Thank you. I like the sound of that.

[perfectpower]

[Sariel nooooo!

Brad will pat him on the shoulder. He gets it man.]

[calamitish]

Then get back to trial and ask me questions later. I'll give you one for free.

[ poking his cheek. go on now. ]

[the_obedient_servant]

...

This won't be the end. You just have to stay DETERMINED.

[And that's all they have to offer.]

[the_obedient_servant]

[Haha.

* let's just get to the point.

They snort, but offer no other dialogue.]

[coldseep]

I'll keep you to it.

( fine fiiiine he'll go be productive (allegedly) )

[allrounder]

[ He smiles at that, recalling the sketch of their homeland, the details forgotten but the peaks of the mountains still there. ]

Pockets of memory that still lie within your heart. I hope that those memories return to you someday.

[ Even if time is running out. There can always be a "someday" for the soul. ]

I'm glad that my description suits your tastes.

[ It's the opposite of the sea, but knowing that the stars are important still means that there's a connection there. ]

Ah... lest I forget.

[ He's announcing it, but... he's swiping for that hat (14). ]

[siffriend]

[ Stay...

...

Aw. That's nice.

(You like it. DETERMINATION.) ]

I will. I'll stay DETERMINED until I break the loop.

[the_obedient_servant]

[They wonder, internally, whether that would be possible. DETERMINATION used to wrest control of the timeline, to fix it, to live a happy future.

They... don't want to understand these feelings.

* Y O U M A D E Y O U R C H O I C E L O N G A G O

They nod. It is how they say goodbye. At least for now.]

[coldseep]

( Though Hwylryn had managed a cool facade, he was deep in his feelings. This was a turn of conversation he'd broached partly because they were in public - because Cain announcing him as a capable killer and menace had real consequences in a game of mistrust and suspicion. He does not care how people speak of him, but to leave it be and say nothing would be unbearably foolish.

He isn't desperate to live, but it would be pathetic not to do his best to try. If he's to die - whether by voting or murder - his pride won't allow it unless he'd done everything he could to live, first.

All this aside - despite his emotion, he does hear Cain, and he is patient with his words. (If he were not, he would not have spoken to him cordially 'til now - would not have found amusement with him, drank with him, opened his heart to him, even if only slightly.) He doesn't - cannot - hate Akira's friends, despite what loss he's laid at their feet. He has that trouble. He can't hate Snow and White. He can't hate Ish.

He needs to, he wants to - he just - maybe it's that he had to throw open the floodgates too wide to love his brother, who was full of rage and violence. The hinges are broken now. He can't make it all less. And so it's too much.

He exhales softly. )

... All right. Later, I guess.

( A silence follows that, like he intends to say more.

He doesn't know what they can resolve in a conversation later. In the same way Akira couldn't let go of his duties as Sage to be friends with Hwylryn, and Hwylryn could not abandon Balthazar to be friends with Akira, what else for him with these two wards of Akira but stalemate? What purpose is there, when his death awaits him (finally, finally) just beyond the gates of this place?

But he doesn't have a reason to quarrel with Cain further on this, because he does agree. Cain's reasons make sense to him, and Hwylryn's reasons make sense to him.

But, as much as his heart hurts, he is willing to make peace here. Because revenge has not soothed his heart before.

He finally decides on saying nothing, before he dips his head, and turns to Primrose. )

[siffriend]

[ Being totally unexpected, despite the "announcement", G'raha is able to swipe it! Why would he do it now. How mean.

Earning a very surprised, flustered look from Siffrin as their hands go up to their now empty head. Ah... ]

... Cheater.

[ But it's huffed warmly, not a bit of ire in sight. ]

[allrounder]

[ He laughs softly, placing the hat right back atop Siffrin's head. ]

I did say I would pilfer from you. Apologies for cheating somewhat, but I thought I should fulfill that promise.

[siffriend]

[ (You




are swallowing something down, and your stomach twists to know what it is.) ]

... Mmhmm. Um. You'll... come see me later, right?

[allrounder]

[ He thinks they both need time to simply breathe outside of this carnival, but... ]

Of course I will.

[siffriend]

[ A nod, tugging down their hat. Okay.

(You'll be looking forward to it.

The words don't come out, but. You will be.) ]

[diel]

[ but yoru's only known injuries like these from people who mean it - and in the worst way. is this different because it's siffrin? how different?

he can't decide.

he's not shy about touching cain's wound - careful - though he wants to unwrap it and see for himself. his eyes fixate on it. ]

Will this scar...?

[coldseep]

( yay!! )

Then coming here wasn't all that bad, right? ( Famous Last Words ) ... I hope you can rest a little before you continue on, after all this.

[coldseep]

Is that a challenge?

( Hehe )

I won't lose, so watch out.

[uiscebeatha]

Yeah, but I mean...

[ It's making him feel weird.

He would've loved the copious amounts of torta di cocco here. He would have midtrialed everyone if it meant keeping it all for himself. With that stupid, smug look on his face when he gets his own way; he remembers the look of shock, like a cat bewildered, when he wiped it off his face—

When did his memory become a gallery of his expressions?

This pause goes a little longer than he wants.

He gives into that weird feeling and smiles (smiles?). ]

No. Yeah. You're right. [ jumping over that, anyway, ] I'll see what I can do when I get back.

[uiscebeatha]

[ Cain lets Yoru do what he wants, of course, just watching as he examines it. He doesn't flinch if he touches the tender flesh around it. He trusts him.

It's clearly new, but it's stopped bleeding. It goes straight through the lily-shaped mark of his sage crest. ]

Without the magic to heal it? Yeah, probably.

[ He's studying Yoru though, gauging his reaction (and displeasure, he assumes). ]