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trusthell2016-04-09 12:04 pm
kingmakereffect) wrote in trusthell2016-04-09 12:04 pm
Take Responsibility.
| And once the allotted time for investigating comes to a close, those elevator doors at the end of the first-floor corridor open up; the ride down is fast, smooth, and understandably tense as far as atmosphere goes. You're down to less than half of your original number. The doors slide open and the podium circle comes into view, standing stark against the black-walled courtroom and encircling that pit in the center; Misa and Aqua have joined the ranks of the deceased, photographs in greyscale watching the proceedings from their podiums draped in black. Of course and as always, the deceased aren't the only ones watching; the Kingmaker will make his presence known once everyone has settled at their podium, his voice sounding out through the room for all to hear. "Resilient has been taken from you. Maybe this time the guilty party will actually succeed at fulfilling Rule Seven, seeing as this is the sixth try and all. Whether they manage it is up to the rest of you." Thirteen Survivors remain. However many will be down by the end of the day is up to you. |
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[He actually flinches back at that, and it takes him a moment to recover himself, and he isn't making eye contact when he does speak; he's not going to look at her for the time being, absolutely not- ]
...I meant what I said about my performances in front of you.
[That's all he's going to say on the matter, if he has any part of this decision.]
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... All of that was genuine. And he still did what he did.
He doesn't get much choice in the matter; she's taking his face in her hands like she's done once before, just so he can see how upset she is. Sigrun isn't a crying woman by far but... her eyes are a little wetter than she'd like, sure. She can pin it to frustration.]
You were my sun, my star, and my sky. That's what I wanted to tell you. I had an entire date planned out where I'd tell you, it would've been in the music room and I was making a song for you and-- [hold on, she's got this, deep breaths] and it was going to be fun. I was going to make Echo Flowers for you too, and constellations from my world that you'd be able to see when you got there.
[Yeah, her voice is cracking a little, and she's shaking a bit.]
I hope this is still a surprise, provided you didn't peek under anything but-- I was making something nice for you too, chest kind of thing that was your second form, and inside were so many glittering hearts you would've lit up yourself, Mettaton. Our colors. Orange and white.
[Hold it together. Hold it together, Sigrun, and... she's going to step back, if he'll let her.]
I don't know if I can forgive you though. Or if you're welcome in Dalsnes anymore.
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[He doesn't look away again, though; he's not going to do her the disrespect of doing that right now, anyway.]
I didn't see anything, though, it's still a surprise. I hope you destroy it, though, if that's what you end up wanting to do. And don't ever forgive me. It's okay. I know you're not going to believe me if I apologize, so it's pretty much meaningless.
[He isn't shaking or anything, but his hands go tight at his sides.]
I really don't like seeing you cry, though.
I'd let you get revenge on me for causing that, but I...can't, even if I wanted to.
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[... Even if, you know, she is. Just a little. Which she's kind of surprised about, though that sure explains her everything, how embarrassing. She laughs a little, wiping at her eyes, and it's honestly kind of hysterical? She still can't believe this is happening, and she wants to hug him and punch him and kiss him goodbye but also never give him that.]
Just-- I don't know if I want to know or not, actually, but--
Did I... ever make you feel the way you made me feel? Like how I told you.
[The way a troll hunt did. The highest compliment, from her, and she's gonna shut herself in her room for the rest of the week so why bother being anything but human right now.]
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[No performances.]
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Selfishly, that's fine enough.]
... Then that's my revenge. I made you have weird punchy feelings while every week you were waiting to see if you'd have to kill someone.
[And-- you know what, sure, she'll give him a quick kiss, she can count it as another point to "revenge" and making him regret.]
I won't forgive you. But I won't say that I hate you either, Mettaton, because that's not me. It's still the opposite. You stupid fucking bastard.