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

[relieable]

Duh! Who wouldn't?

[what does he want, though? fire powers? flight ability? earthbending? hacker skills? plant manipulation?

...no, that last one is lame. sorry, Frankie]

[pecker]

I guess that's true, hehe. Buuut... oh, haven't you ever heard that great power comes with great responsibility crap? You might get dragged into something worse from here on out.

[relieable]

That's fine. I just wanna be able to protect my family.

[and be SUPER AWESOME]

[pecker]

Eh... which?

[You're a clone, Osomatsu, are you just going to be a Supermatsu and protect the real Osomatsu and Bros. Or do you care about having him make you some more clones to protect.]

[relieable]

[what's wrong with that? being supermatsu.......]

...Lemme think. [he's going to run out of time]

[pecker]

You have to decide before we get out of here, you know.

[but that's fine she'll just give herself more powers meanwhile.]

[relieable]

[right, right! he's hurrying. and then... LIGHTBULB]

Wait, I know! I want Sting's powers! He's pretty strong, right? [super human strength, super human durability... DRAGON SLAYER.

stop him]

[pecker]

[She is not stopping anyone. For some reason. Niwatori is actually kind of a doormat, huh?]

Oh, I remember how much you liked those, hehe.

[Well why not transfer it. Hopefully he doesn't kill himself with this.

After she's done, she just looks him dead on and says,]

...Yer a wizard, Osomatsu-san.

[relieable]

...Kick ass. [thanks, Niwa]