week 1 - trial

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week one trial



[At 9 AM precisely, the old grandfather clock chimes once again, and the doors to the drawing room are opened. They will remain open until everyone has come inside, after which they will shut behind them. It is not possible to leave on your own, although perhaps if you have a specific purpose the hostess will allow you to go. The room is set up comfortably, with several tables by the fireplace set out to assist with the trial. The Hostess will also remain in a seat near the fireplace, next to the scales on the mantle. At lunch, the doors will open to bring in a large meal on an automatically rolling buffet, and at 3 PM, tea and finger sandwiches will be served. You'll be able to enjoy the trial in comfort, of course, but the information cards set out on tables will not allow you to forget your true purpose here.]

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[mostlymarried]

Or maybe the scribble is just a fucking scribble.

[godwhisperer]

It must possess some meaning. Perhaps it is intended to evoke the beginnings of a spell of immortality, tragically cut short. Though lipstick is no effective medium.

[mostlymarried]

Idyjot! Why would she even know that!

[godwhisperer]

She clearly was not well versed if she did not know lipstick would not channel her intentions as effectively as her own blood. She had merely amateur knowledge, as do many.

[mostlymarried]

[Belarus' slavic accent starts to seriously take to the fore as her hands ball into fists god above this is infuriating]

Why even have amateur knowledge!

[godwhisperer]

There are many who wish to presume they possess the skill to practice the arcane arts.

[mostlymarried]

...


Zatyknisia.

[godwhisperer]

[Defensive stance.]

Do not attempt to curse me, lest I take counter-measures!

[mostlymarried]

[Belarus just sighs, takes a step forward, and aims a punch for the face]

[godwhisperer]

[He actually moves quickly to block the punch with his arm, and then his eyes widen in horror and he steps backwards.]

Stay back! Do not approach me again! Are you unharmed?

[mostlymarried]

I said shut up.

[GOING FOR A KICK INSTEAD]

[godwhisperer]

[Kicked in the leg! He will stumble backwards again, and then begin circling, remaining further than arm's length from her and clearly ready to move depending on her actions.]

Ignorant one, you know not what you do. Even though you seek to challenge me, and though I would not back down from such a challenge...I cannot, in this place, chance that I would inadvertently take your life.

Understand what you risk. The curse that is on me...the poison that flows through these veins...if I allowed you to do what you wish, your life would be forfeit, so I must refuse to fight.

[throe]

[ Rapture looks absolutely elated that a fight might break out. This is seriously the most fun she's had since she returned to America! ]

[inthebones]

[Susan observes as well.]

I should place my bets on the short angry country. Gundam, for his eccentricities, seems opposed to confrontation.

[throe]

I wouldn't be so sure. He does have the dark gods on his side and having their host bodies angered doesn't usually bode well. The most she upsets him, the more she upsets them.

This is way better than when Riot left us to be with Jem and forcing us to become members of the Misfits and all Rio could do was mope until Minx pulled "Jem's" fake postcard away. [ Susan is sure to not care about the retelling of these events, but those three months as a Misfit was the worst time of her life. ] It wasn't even fun seeing her tease him. This is more exciting!

[inthebones]

[...Susan would be very pleased if she could go her whole life without hearing that story, most likely.]

I suppose the hamsters could nibble Belarus to death. Perhaps she has a crippling fear of rodents.

crippling fear of adorableness.

[godwhisperer]

[Wow. Turning at that, looking very affronted.]

What do you say? You claim I avoid confrontation? You claim I would refuse to fight?

[inthebones]

I said oppose confrontation. I claim you'd rather not punch anyone if you can help it for one reason or another.

[godwhisperer]

I would not back down from a challenge. I would not. You do not know, so you do not intend to insult me, but you misunderstand the reasoning behind my reticence.

[inthebones]

I don't see that it's so difficult to understand. Obviously, if you wield your powers at full strength, the entire house would be obliterated and the rest of us with it. Your restraint is appreciated, but in practical matters, it does translate into Belarus winning this one.

I must be pragmatic about these things.

[godwhisperer]

Feh. You are mocking me.

[He doesn't sound very offended, though, just matter of fact.]

It matters not. I do not owe any of you a clarification.

[inthebones]

Just a bit, yes.

I should probably put a stop to this if it gets out of hand. Let me know if she actually harms you.