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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[oncefallen]

And that's supposed to make me feel better?

[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.]

[coldseep]

He was my friend, too.

( 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. )

[oncefallen]

Don't use that word to refer to him.

[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.]