Second trial

[letsplayamod]

The time has come once again. Gather in the arena, it is time for judgement.

[The murky weather outside reflects the mood of the walk out to the cliffs. Once again, several soldiers have stepped free of Typhon's veins to stand guard over the arena. Maybe it's a mistake, but they seem to offer their silent condolence, if not their indifference.

With everyone gathered, a great rift opens once more outside the barrier. Typhon reveals himself, this time only from the waist up. Peering down from his glowing portal, blanketed in the last light drizzles outside your shimmering dome.]

Bah... So safe and secure within your bubble. Or, perhaps not anymore. [He moves to rest a palm on the barrier, and recoils as it once again stings his palm.] See what your Athena has 'gifted' you - nothing but strife. A broken world that needs rebuilding... But no matter. I will complete that task once we are through.

You have your evidence. Now, begin.

[TRIAL START]

Comments

[brokenhabit]

[ ...oh. ]

That's a tinderbox in your pocket. Isn't it.

[fillets]

[ she's truly just blinking at the first two responses before this one gives her the oh! I get it expression, like she gets that the point is that the candle was lit but what the fuck is a match— ]

... She wouldn't have had the chance to dispose of it. We were there with him that morning: Seymour, her, and I. She must have only recently set the fire.

[taintedfayth]

[He nods.]

The three of us all convened with Alex as he was heading towards the room. She must have been coming from the stables, then.

[fillets]

Mm. This way, she had the chance to monitor things, so maybe it worked out for the best.

She didn't stop him. I wonder... at this point, did it feel like fate?

[taintedfayth]

The Design. If she rationalized it as such, then would she truly be the one at fault in her mind?

[fillets]

In the end? Of course. But before the shelf fell...

[taintedfayth]

[A nod.

Well. He can't say he doesn't understand.]

[markofnobility]

[Ferdinand looking back and forth cuz he has no idea what a match is either, until he hears 'tinder' and his face goes white.

He's so used to magic fire lighting that it never occurred to him to look for the firestarter.]

[stringup]

[ Likewise, she doesn't immediately connect the dots until Lebkuchen mentions the tinderbox, and she finds herself staring up at the ceiling. ]

Fuck.

[markofnobility]

Indeed. Fuck.