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Final Trial

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.
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
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:
Is it a rhetorical question? Who knows. You still have to answer, though
"I think it's about time this circus stopped"
"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."
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?"
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... Um. Powers. You want some?
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[Kino stop.]
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[She doesn't want to directly tell her it's also the survivor pool's, let her keep her information superiority bird powers >:3]
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[Pleeeeeeease?]
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[She'll show these off but she's not going to hand it over. But there they are. Amazing.]
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Can you transfer these for anyone?
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[if they're going to take powers, let the normie have some, too]
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[She wasn't expecting a line to form here, she was just trying to get Keith off her ass. What has she started....]
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[what does he want, though? fire powers? flight ability? earthbending? hacker skills? plant manipulation?
...no, that last one is lame. sorry, Frankie]
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[and be SUPER AWESOME]
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... Let me see that.
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But after a pause.]
Give me Katsuki and Dabi's powers.
[This PDA has been a complete and utter mistake.]
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[Katsuki's powers... she still remembers what they did to the church.
But she'll do it.]
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[Is she just going to accept that everyone is doing this now. Whatever. Merry Quirksmas to all.]
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[She'll show her, but she's not handing it over. She has become quite attached to it, you see.]
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