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trustharder) wrote in trusthell2016-03-05 12:00 pm
Take Responsibility.
| And after all has been said and done and all clues have been found, those large steel doors at the end of the hallway open up. The elevator both is and isn't a particularly nice one; it rides smoothly and quickly and it's obviously been kept-up, but there's nothing on the interior walls, lending a claustrophobic feeling to what's already a relatively small space, particularly with all of you in there. (Well. Almost all of you.) No distractions from what just happened, nothing to take your mind off of considering what might, just you and your fellow Survivors in an unadorned steel box. There's no visible panel for buttons, either; looks like it's pre-programmed; at least the ride is a relatively short one, though it's difficult to tell the distance traveled before the door opens again. You would be forgiven for your initial thought being that it opens into a void. It isn't complete darkness, but it's enough of a visual shift from the elevator that it probably takes your eyes some time to adjust; instead of the usual concrete and steel, the walls are a dark, heavy black, making the room look far smaller than it is. There aren't any corners to it, either; the room is tightly circular, complimenting the setup in the center of it. In the center of the room is a circle of podiums, twenty-seven in total, arranged so that everyone standing at them can see each other. So everyone can look each other in the eyes, if they so choose. The podiums are interlocked - there's no cutting across the center of the circle, and for good reason, it looks like there's a lot of nothing down there where the floor should be, just a massive black pit in the center - and each is bearing the title of the person who's assigned to stand at it. No names, just adjectives, emblazoned across two brass panels on the very top and the front of each podium. Affixed to the podium itself is a glass touchscreen panel; it's dark for now, but it'll probably be relevant later. At least the glass is shatterproof, in case things get heated. In general, though, all of the podiums are identical, except for the one intended for Zagi. The podium that should bear Adaptable's title has had a black cloth draped over it, and a copy of Zagi's profile photo is sitting on top of it, framed and colorless, an image in greyscale. It's hard to tell where the Kingmaker's voice comes from, when it does; it seems to come from everywhere and nowhere at once, like it's being piped in from someplace you can't see. But he's very definitely audible when he does speak. "Adaptable has been taken from you. Looks like the guilty among you is attempting to end the exercise by carrying out Rule Seven. It's up to you whether they're held responsible for their actions or not." |
ACCOUNTABILITY.
The darkness isn't a long one; the lights overhead don't sputter back to life with their vague fluorescent buzz, but rather the center of the circle is illuminated – that dark pit in the center of the circle. Noticeably, Kamui is gone from his podium, no longer standing among the rest of you; he disappeared in silence, with no sort of outcry or mechanical noise to indicate what might have happened to him. He was there before the darkness came, and now that it's gone, so is he.
The center of the pit is stark white now that it's been illuminated, almost uncomfortably so; unlike the rest of the Vault, it's tiled as opposed to concrete, and there's more of that heavy shatterproof glass over it, ensuring that the remaining Survivors can't get down there even if they attempt. Part of the wall slides upwards, disappearing into the space beneath Kamui's podium, and it isn't long before Kamui walks out.
He seems calm enough, though there are clear signs of apprehension – his fists clench slightly at his sides, his eyes dart a little as though trying to see what the trick to this place is. And for a long moment, there isn't anything; Kamui paces a little before his attention is grabbed by a sound that's audible in the pit but not to the rest of the room – though those across from Podium 11 can clearly see what it is.
A portion of the wall has opened up, just like it did for Kamui.
And Zagi steps out.
Kamui takes a step back, muttering something inaudible under his breath; those claws of his are out in an instant. Zagi's dead, he's definitely dead, he consumed his blood himself, why is he-
Dead or not, however, Zagi doesn't seem bothered by Kamui being in front of him; he pulls out a pair of knives from the sheaths strapped to his back – not kitchen knives this time, but massive blades running almost the full length of his arms, and he bounces a little in place before he lunges forward, his features fixed in a sharp grin as he does so.
Kamui holds his ground; when he moves it's unnaturally quickly, his claws plunging deep into Zagi's chest and abdomen, impaling him clean through.
Zagi's expression doesn't change; he's still wearing that strange, unnatural grin. He isn't bleeding. He doesn't seem shocked. And perhaps most importantly, he doesn't seem deterred by the claws at all.]
Goodnight, Dependent.
[The Kingmaker's voice rings out as Zagi brings one of his blades forward, plunging it deeply into Kamui's face, stabbing him through one of those unnatural yellow eyes; he twists the blade upward hard, jerking Kamui's head to the side, and when that second blade comes down against Kamui's neck the decapitation is abrupt and rough.
Kamui's body immediately slumps to the ground, blood splashing crimson all over the white tile, all over Zagi's clothes where he's still impaled on those claws; it's only once the fight is over that Zagi drops to his knees next to Kamui's body. He still isn't bleeding, though, and he doesn't try to pull the claws out; he just...stops, and after a moment he tips his head back, seeming to look at the rest of the people in the circle above.
It's hard to tell whether he's actually seeing anything or not; either way, his features are still trained back into that sharp, manic smile when the pit finally goes dark.]
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[THAT SURE. WAS A THING.]
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[Zagi, wasn't it? But--
No.
No, something was off about the whole thing.]
I--I need some time to process this.
[Not because he doesn't believe what he sees, but he just. Needs to think about what all of that is.]
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[That sure looked like Zagi, but it didn't act like him.]
I wish Uncle Wolfgang was around; he'd know what this all means.
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Re: ACCOUNTABILITY.
[That was one serious rage filled wailing. Mouri is furious and terrified at the same time.
He did expect an execution. What he didn't expect was to see Zagi being the one to kill, even if it is likely it isn't the real Zagi.
But it seems so disrespectful towards Zagi, and in a way, towards Kamui our dear bumbling detective couldn't avoid shouting that.
What a nightmare]
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Lynne turns away the second they hit each other, eyes screwed shut. She isn't watching this. Even after the entire display is over she is facing down and to the side. Nope. No no no no.]
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He has no commentary for this. He watches, and only turns away once the pit goes dark again.]
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[what is this, why is he--
...oh dear, someone might want to help Megu-nee, she looks like she's about to faint here after seeing this]
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Freaking out a lot.]
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Never let it be said Speedwagon was never interfering or helpful. He's got his arms reaching out, ready to catch her before they've got another injury on their hands.]
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The thing that bothers her is the fact that Zagi is there and he was clearly dead, she knows.
If it's just an illusion, then fine.
But if he's taken her brother's body and used it as a puppet, it's unforgivable. You let the dead sleep.]
I look forward to talking to you later, Kingmaker.
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What she was watching right now, though, that was impossible. As gruesome as what she saw this morning was, the dead should stay dead. So seeing Zagi down there, in the pit, stabbing Kamui in the face...
She covers her face, burying it in her hands. She can't bear to watch this any more. She doesn't see the killing blow; she definitely doesn't want to. ]
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Speedwagon tensed up as the lights went out, and was thoroughly certain they would have to suffer some other punishment.
He was wrong.
Much like Kamui, Speedwagon mouths that name as the man he'd seen dead on the floor charged out. The fight is brief, and he knows in his heart that this isn't one Kamui is to win.
He screams when the head is sliced off. And it's all he can do to keep his eyes on that messy scene... and Zagi staring up at them.]
This is madness!
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Right.
Does anyone want to regroup later, when we might have something resembling an appetite.
[kyoshi's fuckin' warpaint.]
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...but I wouldn't count everyone to go to whatever meeting you two may plan now. This is too much to go through.
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But...we should stay together.
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[Not that they know it'll already be gone, that is...]
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as quick as it's started, it's over, or so it feels. Black's hands have involuntarily covered his eyes, fingers curled a little, and the sight's not really any better to peek out at.
...so he doesn't, not for long anyway. He turns away and leans back against his podium, only letting his hands drop to his sides after a few deep breaths. He's fine, he's fine, he just--needs a moment so he doesn't completely empty his stomach in front of everyone like he did in year five. ]
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[BWAH?]
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[WELL THAT WAS UNEXPECTED]