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bellelurette2025-04-05 12:43 pm
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TRIAL IV
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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1600 years of searching for somewhere he belonged, for love that wasn't an empty mimicry of the word, for proof that there was something in the world that wasn't just another lie. He'd found all of those things in another fallen angel who'd told him that he was kind and that he deserved happiness, someone who didn't understand love (like him, just like him) but still wanted to give it anyway, who wanted to care for humans even knowing that they would be gone in all too short a time. Who wanted to care for the people here.
And now it was gone, ripped away from him in the cruelest way imaginable by someone he had little doubt Sariel had called friend.]
... how DARE YOU!!!
[He doesn't know what he's doing with the dagger, not really, but in the moment it doesn't matter. He yanks it out of where he's kept it in his sleeve for the entire carnival and launches himself forward, lashing out at Junior with only one thought on his mind.
Kill. Kill him. Make him suffer like Sariel did.]
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[ she is not jumping into that because she has learned her lesson but oh my god she is still shouting the boy's name. ]
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Cease this.
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So, when Vanis screams - in anger, in agony; perhaps the same thing, really - Hwylryn is already on alert, but lacks the particular prowess to disarm him, especially with a child mid-breakdown held tightly in his arms.
All he does is twist to turn his body away from Vanis - taking the brunt of his entire attack along his shoulder, back - wherever Vanis manages to get it, it's free real estate for his namesake, his wrath. )
There's the spirit. But you have the wrong target!
( He speaks through the pain - or, perhaps he's not in as much pain as he should be? Intriguing. Hwylryn's only complaint is Vanis's choice of target, not his anger - which he finds quite captivating, actually. )
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Junior screams.]
No--NO!
me crying in how I don't have icons for this but IT'S FINE
Shut up, SHUT UP!
[He doesn't want to hear anything-- from Hwyl, from Junior, from anyone. Just a few minutes ago his anger had been simmering quietly as he'd listened to Angelo rant about how hideous and cruel the world was, because a part of him had still wanted to believe in Cain's rebuttals.
Now, though, he finds himself agreeing, and he raises the dagger - now red and wet with Hwylryn's blood - again.]
describing actions is hard it turns out
then let go, and in a motion almost too quick to follow, spin herself around and to his front to sharply backhand his raised arm in a way that knocks it wide, letting it draw a harmless arc.
then take hold of the wrist (and elbow)of the hand holding the dagger, aiming to twist him arm behind him in a way that forces him to give up, drop the dagger, take a moment for everyone to just stopβ whatever she can get.
(she'd probably thought to try to knock him out, briefly, but perhaps this is better.) ]
Drop. It.
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He's not giving up, though, even as his energy starts to flag. His anger is still burning, and that's all he needs for the moment.]
Let go of me...!!
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[ 'whose side are you even on?' 'i am an ally to the rational-minded, and an enemy to those who would pursue pointless conflicts.
'which one are you?'
not that she thinks he's really in a state for anyone to reason with, right now. no one short of Sariel, anyway. but she'll try anyway, futilely, for a moment, to give the blaze of his anger a chance to burn itself out, because that's what she does these days, she tries, and tries, and tries and tries so that someone else won't have to.
but if he really won't stop, she'll do it for him. you don't need strength to knock someone outβ you just need to know where to hit them, and given that she's shorter than him, his jaw makes for quite the target. ]
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And so, when she strikes, he'll drop like a puppet whose strings have been cut, all of that anger extinguished for the moment along with his consciousness.
It's probably for the best, honestly. He buried "Wrath" 1600 years ago when he fell.]
paps gently
He'll be back. At least, I hope he will be. It's what Ish has been working so hard for.
( He'll keep stepping back and away, like a dancer, for as long as Vanis seems to need it. If he doesn't let up... well, we'll play by ear. )
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[His pupils are pinpoint pricks of fury now as he tries for another swipe and misses, only to have Homura grab onto his arm with a grip surprisingly strong for one her size.]
You killed him! Tortured him! Why did you have to make him suffer? He never... he thought of everyone here as friends!
[He can't simply let this go, not when he had to sit there and listen to all of the gruesome details of Sariel's murder.]
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( A step back, a step to the side, hair flowing in the wind - strands cut, as Vanis's knife might slice through them. )
He wouldn't have had to suffer if he stayed still enough to be shot. All I wanted to do was stagger them. But, well...
( Sariel got aggressive; G'raha kept speaking; and then... and then... )
... This is how a Northern dragon shows their love. I'm sorry I can't be like you.
( He says "sorry," but he doesn't mean it as apology. It's simply a gesture of sympathy for Vanis's grief. )
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[The rage is still bubbling hot like lava, flashing momentarily brighter as Hwylryn has the nerve to call Sariel his friend. And the explanation (excuse? Does it even really matter in the end when it changes nothing?) only serves to infuriate him further.
(How can you say these words when you took him away from me??)]
... and don't speak to me of love.
[Maybe he was the one who was a fool all along, to think that love could ever do anything other than hurt and destroy. It hurts. It hurts, and yet he'd wanted it so desperately, wanted to believe that love was something other than Mere's attempts at playing a happy family, that maybe there could be something real and genuine.
He'd found that. Sariel had given that to him, and now he's gone, and Vanis feels as though someone has torn his heart right out of his chest and ripped it into a million pieces.]
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[ this irredeemable world, nothing but a cycle...
Homura doesn't have the physicality to interpose herself between them, but she will grab at his clothing (is. is it still casino bunny) to hold him back/slow him down if she can. ]
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By the time he turns around from where he's talking to Angelo, Vanis is already off so uh. He just sees Hwylryn eat the hit I guess.]