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

Comments

[quickpersuader]

Let me see?

[Pleeeeeeease?]

[pecker]

Uh... okay.

[She'll show these off but she's not going to hand it over. But there they are. Amazing.]

[quickpersuader]

[o:!]

Can you transfer these for anyone?

[pecker]

That's what it looks like. You're thinking of yourself, right?

[quickpersuader]

Yeah.

[She's lookin' real hard at those mighty wings, specifically.]

[pecker]

[that is an excellent choice and she won't know why she didn't think of it first]

Well, it looks like we're all doing it now, so uh, just let me know.

[quickpersuader]

[...]

I'd like wings, please.

[We're doing this.]

[pecker]

[heck yes.]

...That would really suit you, Kino-san!

[quickpersuader]

They seem like they'd be handy.

[Both for the flying and the cutting. The cutting is a bonus!]

[pecker]

Yeah, they really do...

[Okay, she's locking this in for Kino then. And debating whether she wants it for herself. Obviously they would be STRONG bird aesthetic but they also seem kind of cumbersome...]