Final Trial

[cartesio]

Final Trial

It takes a few minutes after everyone talks with the generic mannequin. The easygoing conversation, the bragging from Gant, Keith's exasperation, it all stops when a very heavy and ominous presence fills the room.

"I think it's about time this circus stopped"

It's the Sergeant. He's standing on the doorway, arms crossed. The shadows on his face wriggle, he seems to be rather furious, but is restraining himself from lashing out

"I should have guessed you bunch would take advantage of all that noise and ruckus to sneak in here. I was careless, I admit. 'Oh, this is over in like four hours, it will be okay if I step away to deal with that'. Careless."

Slowly the Sergeant enters the workshop. Behind him, the door slowly disappears, fading away, until where the door was now there's only a smooth wall. The Sergeant raises an arm, the entire room shakes.

All the mannequins fly up to the ceiling, the one that was now Damon Gant turned back into the empty husk the mannequin was before. The one with a t-pose has the same fate. Once all the mannequins are up on the ceiling, the operation tables are uprooted, bolts and screws flying around. The tables are twisted in the air, formed into knots, disassembled and assembled all over again, until several rustic podiums are formed and deposited on the ground.

Seven podiums, with him at the center. The Sergeant crosses his arms and speaks:

"Get on those spots. Tell me... ...how much do you know?"

Is it a rhetorical question? Who knows. You still have to answer, though

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[marmoron]

[Ah. Ah that's funny. So this whole time he was right about why the Sarge brought him over the other paladins. Good to know, but...

Christ. He's actually laughing.]

You're right. I like to do things my way. And my way means not playing by your terms. I already told you I'd rather die than help you.

[cartesio]

You're already staying in here, you're automatically under my terms. Trust me, I have your entire life defined ahead of you.

[He gestures with his hands, describing his vision]

You'll start your new life as the guy in charge of the park. You'll plant hydrangeas for a good while before you're taken into the police force as someone who will ascend through the ranks until you pioneer a new force that'll keep order in Cartesio.

It'll be an extremely productive life. You'll even have that Shiro guy by your side to be your partner. I still have his mind stashed away, after all.

[marmoron]

[He's listening to all this totally fucking deadpan, but that stops abruptly the second Shiro gets mentioned.]

Fuck you, you're not doing anything to Shiro!

[And that -- that would be his grip tightening on his sword.]

We're taking you and your stupid computer down.