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bellelurette2025-03-22 10:25 am
lesmodsalouette) wrote in bellelurette2025-03-22 10:25 am
TRIAL II
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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He forced Mithra into it. And it really might be too much for someone to take in. But... )
... That makes me feel a little bit lonely. When you guys get back, can you try to eat me?
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I appreciate the sentiment. You're too powerful for me—I'd probably turn to stone myself.
[ But the tension in his expression evaporates, replaced by a softer smile, an expression perhaps only a very small number of people here have seen (but now everyone has seen it). ]
But I know someone who'd take them in my place. I'd give them to him, if you don't mind.
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( For no reason besides that he's curious. He doesn't exactly get to decide much when he's dead, but... )
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[ Cain brushes away his bangs, revealing brilliant scarlet.
His mirror has the same eyes. ]
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... I liked him; I wouldn't mind that. He's fun. I guess I did notice he marked you...
( It was kind of a footnote given there were more important things going on, but the trace of such powerful magic was like a blaze unto Cain's much weaker form - and then its owner came along quick enough.
If that's who he went to, he guesses he wouldn't mind. )
I hoped Mithra would eat it, but if he loses my stone to this wizard who's threaded to you, well... That's just how it is. I'm sure what remains of me within my stone would accept it.
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(He likes you... He offered to kill someone for you...
Will you stay with me, just a little longer?)
Dammit.
Not like he can see Hwylryn, but his eyes reflexively dart away, his bangs fall down over him again.
Is is face red? No... ]
Do you have to put it like that...?
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I can only put it in a way that's true, can't I?
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[ 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.
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[Brad bullying a Northern wizard into anything is a funny thought.]
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I'd like that. And tell him I said hello, okay?
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