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]

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VOTE

[letsplayamod]

[Typhon clears the air with a mighty rumble from his throat. Perhaps a laugh. Maybe a cough.]

It seems we have come to the moment of decision once more.

[Again, the center of the arena grows hot before bursting into a towering flame. You're given yet another piece of paper and crude pencil. It's just like before.]

The rules remain the same; choose who you would deem guilty and cast that name into the flame. I will be... eagerly awaiting your decision.

[threeapplestall]

Wendy

[yourheroine]

[Aoi checks the signal on her phone. Athena come pick me up I'm scared.

Also what's God up to? Just in case.]

[letsplayamod]

[Unfortunately, Athena's number is still unreachable.

God's number į̸̢̘̮͇̩̬̙̼͍͉͍̯̰̲͙̯̉̆̔̒̾͜s̶̛̛̙̫̜̜̗̟̤̀̂̉̀̈́̓͌̓͒̏̒͒͒̈́̎̊͌̓̑͛̋͒̚̚͠͝ ̸̧͙̻͖̯̺̟͉͉͚͖̱̲̗̖̊̓͗̅̈̇͌̋̔̉̅̂̀̚͘͝͝i̸̡̨̨̗͖̰̗̟͇̝̬̣̗̟͍̜̒̈́͋̏̒̄̅́̿̈́̏͐̎s̶̢̡̡̞͓̜̼̲̘̫͔͕̟̹̹̰̮͖̞̯͗͛̈̀͋ ̴̢̹̯̦̙̟͈̳̘̰̝̣̯̣͓̱̤̻̜̮́̍̈́̋̽̾̌̈́̀̇̅̈̉̏͝͠͠i̸̧̡̡̥̺̣̫̬̟͔͋̃̀̑̅͝ͅs̶̢̛̛̺̰̤̲̬̦̖̱̪̖̘̥̞̩͇̮̘̯͆̅̓̉̈́͆̍͌͒͊̓̊̀̀̒͊̄̋̐̓̇̕̕͝͝ͅͅs̸̢̢̡͖̞̝̦̜̟̭̬̄̉̓̏̅̀͆̃͂̀̔̊̄̽͘̚͜͠͝͝s̸̡͈͖̰͓͕̘̹̫̹̹̰̦͈͙̱̽̏̄̆̍̔͆̌͆̈́̓̈̂͝s̵̳̟͎͖̤͇̠̳̘̓̀̈͒̉͑̂͊͒͐̒̂͆̓̚͝ also unreachable.]

[yourheroine]

...

[Aoi stares. Still nothing, but...it's different. There's just something missing that she needs to find.

She won't give up on the miracle that will save everyone.]

[phototraces]

....Aoi, do you want me to write it for you.

[markofnobility]

Wendy.

[Damn it]

[latinumsbetter]

Wendy

[necromants]

>Wendy Christensen, Goddess of Connection

[fillets]

Wendy

[catsgothistongue]

Wendy

[he hates that bull so fucking much]

[taintedfayth]

Wendy

[pariunt]

>Wendy

…how many more will die before he’s satisfied, I wonder?

[sweetsynergy]

Rube Goldbe Wendy

[Well this stinks.]

[phototraces]

Wendy Christensen

[raisethemoon]

Wendy Christensen

[murchada]

[she genuinely is trying to do this. she has the pencil in her hand and she's about to write, just.

her hand won't move. ah.]

...I can't.

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark will just reach out to gently take those from her wordlessly, and write down:]

Wendy

[before folding it and tossing it into the fire]

[murchada]

...you think... that counts?

[latinumsbetter]

We'll find out.

[tailoredfate]

Wendy

[There's an unpleasant taste in her mouth this time too.

But, like last time, once Aglaea casts her vote she approaches Wendy, a coin in hand.]

... I offered it to Beatrice, and I left one for Alex, too.

[She didn't... know Wendy very well. She's not sure how else to do things properly.]

You deserve a shroud, just as the others do. Is there something you'd like on it?

[phototraces]

...You don't have to bother but...

[She stares at the coin, swallowing.]

The ocean. Waves. Fish. Things like that...

[tailoredfate]

[That's... oh.

That stirs something in Aglaea's chest. It's not quite the feeling she felt when she saw Alex's body, or the previous trial, but it's like... touching a healing scar. It doesn't hurt, but it feels more sensitive.

She smiles, taking the hand that reached for the coin in both of her own.]

I'll take great care in its design.

[brokenhabit]

>Wendy

[ There's no second thought. She finishes it and stares at the stains on her habit. ]

[literarybehemoth]

>Wendy Christiensen