Let's Play A Murder ([personal profile] letsplayamod) wrote in [community profile] letsplayamurder2025-08-16 10:07 am
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Fifth trial

[Just as you believe you’ve gathered enough to make a case, the sky crackles a hazy red.]

Enough! Enter the arena at once!

[There’s a change in Typhon’s tone. The bluster of his usual pride replaced with a more tangible frustration. Like the thunder he summons, his rage punctuates every word.

That matter aside, all the survivors eventually return to the arena. The mood is dour, not helped by the surrounding. For the first time, this place was a fresh murder scene; bloodstains and scorch marks continue to stain the stones. It seems that there just wasn't time to remove Ferdinand's body from the scene. So it remains, impaled on his own spear, left to fill the void of Ferdinand's absence from the surviving party in the worst way.

Again, a rift opens beyond the barrier, and Typhon forces his head through.
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You know why you are here, do you not? Now, go! Complete your task, find the culprit or die trying!

[TRIAL START]
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[personal profile] eeeonetwothree 2025-08-16 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Omega turns his head around like an owl to face Typhon. ]

AS ALWAYS, TOO COWARDLY TO DECIDE FOR YOURSELF WHAT WE ALL ALREADY KNOW.

THIS MUST BE SO HUMILIATING FOR YOU. BEING UNABLE TO MAKE A DECISION YOURSELF.
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[personal profile] eeeonetwothree 2025-08-16 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I DO NOT CONCERN MYSELF WITH ATHENA ANY LONGER. MY DOMAIN AS GOD OF PROTECTION IS NULL AND VOID. I ONLY CARE THAT MY EXECUTIONER IS A SO-CALLED TITAN WHO NEEDS MORTAL CHILDREN TO SIGN THE DEATH WARRANTS FOR HIM.

AND THEN THERE IS YOUR APPARENT MASTER. YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN IN CONTROL, HAVE YOU, TYPHON?

YOU ARE JUST A PAWN. WORSE YET, YOU ARE A PAWN DESPERATELY TRYING TO PRETEND YOU ARE A KING.
Edited 2025-08-16 21:36 (UTC)
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[personal profile] eeeonetwothree 2025-08-16 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Omega deploys his guns, his missiles, his flamethrowers, and finally, the weapon he'd crafted for this purpose, the rest of his body marching around to face the same direction as the rest of him. His eyes turn blood red, and he utters the words he's been waiting weeks to say: ]

I CALL DIBS.
Edited 2025-08-16 21:46 (UTC)