TRIAL IV

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Trial

Another Saturday, but this Saturday is your last Saturday. If everything holds, if everything works out. After all you've been through, are you capable of being an optimist? The carnival calls regardless, furniture arranged around as they always are with banquet table and pit in the middle.

This week's new offerings are: a fluffy loaf of a certain type of rye bread, a hearty beef stew and an assortment of fresh pies with candied fruit and cream.

For the last time, find out who killed two of your own: G'raha Tia and Sariel.

(( 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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[cleansheets]

[ He's going to throw up, just hearing this. So self-absorbed, so full of needless brightness, so sheltered, so naive, so unbelievably--- ]

Because I've lived in this world!!

[ The panic attacks he's had in public, the humiliation of it, the details he has accidentally hinted... He hates that they know.

They shouldn't know. They're not allowed to know.

But their naivety is making him feel like his throat is closing up and he can no longer breathe. ]

[the_obedient_servant]

[Chara's lip curls at Cain's speech - anger and disgust, with just a hint of pity. They turn to Angelo and give him a nod in solidarity.

The inherent good in mankind is a myth. You have to perceive the nature of the world and humanity to see that, and you have to come to terms with your own hideousness.]

You're wasting your time arguing with this lot.

[coldseep]

( Hwylryn isn't part of this convo, but he's just :( for Angelo. His privacy and pride are both things he should be allowed, and... he understands why he would think the way he does. Hwylryn finds this world beautiful - but he also knows of its stains. It is both of these things that he's come to love. And so he can't take a firm side, on either end, as always. )

[uiscebeatha]

So have I!

[ Oh, if only Cain could see Angelo right now, because he would immediately back off and ask if he's okay. He will defend his honor, but not to the point that it hurts another person.

But he can't. :( ]

Nobody I know is perfect, but they aren't their flaws. The people I love—they're the same. The most despicable, disagreeable, sadistic man I know will still smile when he eats cake, will sing along with the birds, and go out of his way to help the people he loves, too.

[ The words just come out of his mouth and they catch him by surprise, for a brief fraction of a second.

But he quickly composes himself. He extends a hand. ]

And I know you're not an exception. I know you and the people you love have their good sides, too. I know you have truths you don't compromise on. And I know, that goes the same for everyone else here.

[the_obedient_servant]

[Alright, this makes them really mad.]

Would you shut up?

Anyone who has suffered the brunt of human cruelty is not going to be convinced by your pathetic appeals to sentiment - and it is not your place to tell anyone how to feel.

[uiscebeatha]

And you think I haven't suffered?

[ He whirls to look at their voice. ]

You think I haven't faced the brunt of what humanity can do to people like me?! Or seen exactly what it can do to the people I care about?!

What makes us different is that I choose to believe in something better. That I can strive to make the world I live in better, despite it all. I will always offer a hand, but if they don't want to take it, then that's their choice.

But I am always, always going to try.

suicidal ideation

[cleansheets]

[ It's good that Chara has taken this one, because Angelo feels like he needs to claw something out of his chest.

This is how it felt to be connected to Banagher. This is how it felt to feel that 'Even so' in the depths of his soul and know he would never be understood, know he would always be a dirty something beneath the soles of people who are living in a different world.

The clean sheets of his childhood are never going to return. He is stained to the last. And he wishes he could take it all down with him, but his trigger is gone. His Captain is gone.

It's all vanished from his sight.

And he wants to disappear alongside it. ]

cw for vague references to abuse

[the_obedient_servant]

[There is a snarl on their face, and for a minute, feelings that they had buried a long time ago resurface, this explosive anger at all that is unjust in the world, this inability to let go.]

I don't care what you think. I don't care what you suffered. I don't care about the ones you care about.

You do not understand him, and you do not understand me. You are only proving him right - that even your supposed optimism is defined by a narcissistic desire to be correct, to be superior to others who aren't willing to show grace or kindness to their torturers. The fact that you seek to preach the virtues of humanity in a game that has repeatedly shown to true face of it only shows that you are a naive moron at best or a delusional fraud at worst.

So I repeat myself.

Shut. Up.

[perfectpower]

Ehhh, give him a break. He's young. By the time he reaches 100 he'll understand better.

'sides, I don't think he can even see your anger right now.

[the_obedient_servant]

Tch.

He should learn to listen to his elders.

[perfectpower]

I know, but they never do. That's why you gotta be patient with 'em.

[He sighs.]

Out of 21 of us, eight are young 'n run their mouths. Eight!

[uiscebeatha]

[ insert really awesome lawful good central-core speech here that's ultimately sympathetic to chara but it's 1:30am and i'm tired and i'm dead so ggwp cain isn't shutting up though ]

[antemeridian]

... Enough.

[ softly. she doesn't project. if she is heard, fine. if not, then her words falling on deaf ears is nothing new. ]

The world ... the world is a rotten, miserable, terrible place, where people perpetuate the same miseries ad infinitum. It is an irredeemable place, nothing but an endlessly repeating cycle of sadness and hatred. You needn't look far to see the proof of that.

[ Tuesday. Wednesday. ]

Even so, there are some who will still see in it something worth protecting. Some who know that, yet will try to, and give up everything of themselves to do so. That they can do so— fine. It can be a merit to them, if they can galvanize the will to do so, and keep doing so.

[ 'if that wish really will come true, then i have no reason to despair— ever!' ]

Not everyone is the same. Not everyone will be the same. Other people not being the same as you are— that's not a failing on their part, that they cannot suffer, and then extend a hand back to their tormentors.

[the_obedient_servant]

[Chara glances at Homura - with something like gratitude slipping above their stormy exterior. They nod at her.

Even she sees things brighter than the demon that comes. But that doesn't matter. At least she understands.]

[divineth]

[Urianger's too emotionally exhausted to get involved but he's entirely with Cain on this.

But he knows between Angelo and Chara it's a losing battle. Those steeped so deeply in nihilism and misanthropy will not be swayed by anything.]

[uiscebeatha]

[ He's not here to sway them, he's here to defend himself. And like them, his optimism and drive will not be swayed by the likes of nihilism and misanthropy. ]

[divineth]

[Cain would make a fantastic Scion. Urianger is sure that G'raha would agree with him if he were here to hear this.]

[oncefallen]

[Yeah he's over here with you in the "emotionally exhausted" corner, Urianger. He's been running on fumes all day.]

[divineth]

[:handshake:

He's sorry for Vanis, too.]