Week 5 - Trial

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Week 5: Trial

      

Last time it was at dawn. Now it's at sunset. The Sergeant gave everyone plenty of time to investigate and gather evidence, and now that everyone entered the courtroom, he slammed his gavel.

"I can sense a few of you are feeling rather hostile. Remember you're in a courtroom, and you're being watched by everyone in town"

People's opinions of the visitors are already very low, but there's no need to feed them further with a brawl in the courtroom -- or so the Sergeant thinks. There are more podiums draped in black now. Five more people died, seventeen people are alive. How many will be left once the trial is over?

"This time we have three victims in total. Millium Orion, Cian Reikado, and Azura were the unfortunate victims last night, and now you shall debate and decide who is responsible for this.

These are your suspects. Vote for as many as you think are responsible for these crimes"

            

Let the trial begin.

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Comments

[carbide]

[Olympia's just gonna hold up a hand in the way.

She is a robot designed to kill aliens and also pretty good at killing humans, and at th is point she has nothing to lose. If you want to die this way she will oblige!]

[robitussin]

[She can't really get close enough to do anything, but there's definitely desperation in her voice.]

Stop it! Don't hurt him!

[carbide]

[she's not doing anything, gosh, not unless he actually comes over and attacks her properly]

[marmoron]

[There's a full chorus of stops going on -- Keith hears it all, sees the crowd evacuating, but it doesn't necessarily matter to him. If he had a sword, he'd be throwing that, but that's not an option. In the end, he doesn't throw the podium, but it's overturned and hits the floor with a crash.

Millium's dead. Cian's dead. And they're both dead because ofOlympia. On top of everything else, she tried to frame him for it, too? Yeah. Yeah, this is a fight he's not backing down from unless literally tackled down.

The changes are subtle. More stripe like markings on his face, his pupils becoming cat-like slits, skin taking on a vaguely purple hue.... ]

I'll beat the crap out of you for what you did!

[tuffguy]

Oh, no you don't!

[ Bolin rushes over from his podium and just full out body tackles Keith. ]

[marmoron]

[Aaaand now he's face down on the ground, changes to his appearance reverting just as suddenly as that tackle.

Keith shakes his head once, looking over his shoulder to see who the hell is sitting on him.]

Get off me!

[tuffguy]

[ bolin's a big boy who's good at grappling and has the strength to back it up ]

Nope, no way! Now's most definitely not the time for this!

[marmoron]

When is the right time, Bolin?

[It's a rhetorical question, but Keith knows there's an answer to that. Probably. He kind of hates that fact.]

Just let me go.

[tuffguy]

As much as I hate saying this, you know when the right time is.

[ but he's standing up, sticking close to keith in case he needs another tackle ]

[marmoron]

[There's just a long silence in response to that. Even after Bolin moves away, he only takes a deep breath and half heartedly gets back up on his feet. Patience yields focus. Shiro's words. Feels like an eternity since he last heard them.]

... Fine.

[The word's snapped, anger still well and alive, but unmistakably he's just tired. Bruised.]

[carbide]

That would be inadvisable. I am designed for combat against extraterrestrial beings.

[It's too bad she can't take her final boss battle form, but she's still pretty confident she can win this one.]

[marmoron]

[Well now he's looking normal again and just angrily shouting things from the ground since he's being physically held down.]

You think I care about that?

[He's fought bigger. Tougher. More magical.]

Why the hell did you pretend to be me? What the hell did either Cian or Millium do?! Why didn't you just -- come after me?!

[carbide]

It had to be Millium.

[She's gone into detail about that with Natalie already.]

Cian was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

[marmoron]

[That stings to hear. After all that he tried to keep Cian at least safe... after everything, just a casualty. Just happened to be there because she never woke him up to ask what was going on. Didn't trust him. And Millium -- dead because she read that fake note and trusted him.

The after image of their bodies, broken and bruised flashes in his mind juxtaposed with the images of their smiling faces the last time he saw them.

There's a bitter taste in his mouth, a pit in his stomach and as he looks at Olympia he thinks there's nothing else in the world that he'd like to do than drive his fist into her face, but that wouldn't take away what's hurting at the core.]

You lured them out with my name. Why the hell did you do that?

[carbide]

Because she would do as you requested.

[.........]

And because you are reminiscent of my enemy.

[marmoron]

[He had words to say to that first part, but the rest of what she says more or less answers the initial question. But it also opens up more questions, more confusion.]

You-- [He shakes his head, disgusted, With Olympia, with himself.] I thoguht we had a bonding moment over Jesus and Santa.

[carbide]

[...]

Perhaps, if I was human...

[marmoron]

You say that as if petty grudges against me for reminding you of someone not related to me isn't fucking human.

[That's bitter as all hell. His hands feel empty without a blade in this context.]

How are we similar?

[carbide]

An alien creature, pretending to be human.

[She is aware of the irony.

...

She's maybe a little closer to human than she realizes.]

[marmoron]

[That response just stuns him into silence. Keith wasn't expecting to hear that necessarily, but having it stated so plainly even here, even in places where the Galra don't fucking exist, hits a strange place. His eyes narrow, body language tense all over again as he glares Olympia down.

Bolin's gotten up and so has he, and it's clear that he's debating attempting another swing at her.]

I didn't ask to be born part Galra.

[Didn't ask. And honestly? He hated it for a long time when it became clear that there was Galran blood running in his veins. Hated the mistrust in people's eyes when they found out. Hated feeling even more isolated from the people around him than he already did.

That was all before he met Krolia and came to understand the alien mother who abandoned him. Fists tightening, he takes a deep breath.]

I'm not pretending to be anything other than who I am. You on the other hand? You don't even realize how pathetic you really are.