Sixth Trial

[letsplayamod]

That will be enough. Enter the arena, now.

[Typhon sounds almost reserved now. His tone no less commanding, he knows you'll need to enter the arena eventually. And, when you do arrive, he's already waiting. Emerged halfway out of the rift to watch you're approach

The wounds accrued in last week's shitshow have been healing, but marks remain. What you did - what Omega did - ate away at parts of him that Typhon is still growing back. At first, he's silent, tentacles of teeth gnashing over his shoulders, bellying a rage.]

Look at you all, a pantheon that shrinks day by day. This is the godly burden Athena has forced upon you. And if she were here, able to...

[He catches himself.]

This... is certain to be an exciting trial, I'm sure. Begin, if you can. I shall be watching intently.

[TRIAL START]

[Evidence]

Comments

[murchada]

Not willingly.

But why give them a say in the matter, right?

POCKET CHECK

[treebornekettlegirl]

They've lost their say a long time ago.

[Firm nod, before cupping her hands around her mouth to call the group.]

You all heard the lady, start emptyin' your pockets and shaking out your clothes. Remove everything!

[That isn't a request. Ranma leads by example, turning out her pockets. Everyone's seen the scoreboard and sharpie, but there's also a Rubix's cube, the vuvuzela horn, and two bottles of water.

When she shakes out her sleeves and shirt, out falls a blue-haired siren doll and... One of her fake dummies she flung at Zvei at the séance and her trident. Where was she even keeping...]

[literarybehemoth]

[...

he's got bouncy balls in his robe's pockets, mostly. maybe some papers. but it's mostly bouncy balls.]

[sweetsynergy]

[Vanity just gives Ranma a Look.]

[Down at her space age, very-little-pocket-space suit.]

[Back at Ranma.]

[treebornekettlegirl]

[Even in futuristic sci-fi space, women can't have pockets. This is the real tragedy here.]

Can you shake them out?

[To be thorough.]

[sweetsynergy]

You think I'd miss having Aoi's phone on me?

[treebornekettlegirl]

Whoever did this could be concealin' it on the inside of their clothes. Just being thorough, Van.

[sweetsynergy]

You think I could have- ugh, fine.

[She unclips the straps holding the jacket in place and shucks it off, throwing it in Ranma's face.]

[There's a few small interior pockets.]

[treebornekettlegirl]

[That isn't what she had in mind but she's not about to stop her. Ranma catches it before it reaches her face, and starts rifling through those pockets. Anything?]

[sweetsynergy]

[The search doesn't take long.]

[It turns up- well, no phone, at least. But there's a sheet of folded parchment. If Ranma unfolds it, she'll find an image of the purple-haired cowboy girl that's been haunting Vanity on and off this week. The style makes it immediately recognizable as being part of the first motive Typhon handed down.]

Fucking happy now?

[treebornekettlegirl]

[Oooooooooooooooh. That cowboy chick. Ranma inclines her head and tucks the paper back in the pocket, finding nothing of worth or suspicion.]

Ecstatic.

[sweetsynergy]

Yippee.

[She takes the jacket back with more force than necessary.]

[The rest of her outfit is pocket-free.]

[raisethemoon]

[ Luna, as ever, has no clothing to shake out or pockets to empty! She's got her room key around her neck for safe-keeping and a bunch of Winions! ]

[pariunt]

[Astarion doesn't have anything in his pockets, beyond his room key.]

[treebornekettlegirl]

Mind shakin' out your clothes?

[In case anything's hidden there.]

[pariunt]

[He does so, and there's a whole lot of nothing in them.]

[treebornekettlegirl]

[Cool, cool. She gives him a nod and a thumbs up.]

[fillets]

[ Riful has a knife! But she's been holding that the whole time. There's nothing else on her. ]

[murchada]

[just the usual stuff. that ribbon from a few trials ago, folded up notes (they're meeting notes, if checked), her room key, what looks like a flower from the garden.

nothing unusual, really. except for that weird key she was holding when they got her out of the root-dome, but that's about it.]

[taintedfayth]

[Seymour has his staff with him, as has been the norm ever since Zvei returned it to him, and the only thing in his pockets is his room key! It's not like he's really got anything else to be carrying around, because man who does not trust the Cornucopia.]

[stringup]

[ Velvet pulls a few things from the pockets in her sleeves: a plain but well-made carving chisel from a flower-shaped maker's mark, a pair of white and green jade bracers, some paper, and her room key.

She also lifts her skirt slightly and rustles it, mostly to prove there's nothing hidden in there. ]