TRIAL IV

[lesmodsalouette]

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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[baebladie]

[ And as for Junior, Blade's eyes slide on over to him.

Looking at him. ]

...What are you so afraid of?

[ He'll ask, simply, directly.

There's nowhere to hide. Everyone knows.

But at this point, does it matter? ]

[littlegentleman]

[He can't meet his eyes--can't meet anyone's to see what he'll find there. Can't find words because he doesn't have them. It was like Lili thought: he's a coward.]

[baebladie]

Even a child knows how to sin.

[ Blade's eyes are bright, gaze twisted with something incomprehensible. There were signs, though the threads connecting them were bare.

What did G'raha and Sariel think in their final moments, when they were hunted down like dogs, by Hwylyrn and Junior?

How much despair did they feel? ]

...Remember what you did here.

Their faces in their last moments...remember them. Until the very end.

[ Junior will be perceived for what he has done. But, they are all parting ways soon. So, in the end, will it truly linger? What lies in his heart - one who helped tear G'raha and Sariel to pieces? ]

Because they'll remember you too.

And see who you truly are.

[ He'll leave it at that for Junior, and turn his attention back to Hwylyrn. Have fun with that. :) ]

[littlegentleman]

[How could he forget? How could he possibly? It was burned into him, the things he had done. The way G'raha, in particular, had looked at him. Such kindness, such sympathy. And in the end, it didn't matter how much his hand had shook as he held the pistol, because he had still pulled the trigger.

But Junior had already known what he was--had always known. No matter how good he wanted to be, it was never an option. Every piece of him was wrong, despicable.

No amount of love he was shown would ever fix him.]