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day two - trial.
SHIP-TRAP day two  36 players remaining The bell rings for dinner at 6PM, and you're lead to that familiar door once again. The door opens with a sensation of warm, humid air, and there's the sight of a open staircase winding down. Ivan ushers you into an open cave before she locks the door after everyone. A large table is inexplicably set for as many places as there are people. You'll find dinner already set (though those that requested something else will receive that), and for those that have already were killed on previous days, you'll find their meal replaced with a framed portrait sketched in pencil. As you come to your conclusions about who to vote for, you can approach a table in a room to the side and write your vote before placing it in an ornate box. When you place your vote, there's the sound of a deep bell tolling. When you return to your place at the table, you'll find a glass of port waiting for you. You have until 9PM to discuss and vote for who you think The General is. character statuses character profiles graveyard Voting will close at 11 PM EST on 8/12. Voting |
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(he is)
He shakes his head lightly, though it's with a slightly troubled expression. ]
...Please know I do not say so out of simple camaraderie. Truth be told, our chances are truly better to be The General since we are so numerous, and that is not something I would deny in the slightest. It is Souza in particular that I take issue with and the reasonings behind it.
[ He sighs ]
To accuse someone based on their silence holds the same logic as accusing someone based on their exuberance, and so I cannot accept it on that alone.
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But... she nods slowly at that, considering.]
Your words have merit...I have not seen your companion do or say anything particularly suspicious.
But then...what would you suggest we do? I would like for nothing more than--than to have some less crude option!
[This is distressing ok]
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That is the difficult part... I'm afraid I can offer no suggestion. Though my words sound accusatory, it is not in the sense that Sephiroth may be The General or a Foxhound meant to mislead us. I have no more idea than anyone else, but I cannot be silent and let Souza take the blame either.
I am sorry, but I do not have any person to offer up. We must vote on our intuition, it would seem.
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Intuition is not the sort of thing a...a life should ride upon...!
[But she's upset at the situation, not at him; she sniffs a little, but bites back her tears.]
This is too terrible, I do not know what to do...
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It isn't, I agree... But I would also say that no lives should be at stake at all, right?
[ He uncrosses his arms to place a gentle, encouraging hand on her shoulder. ]
I am sorry I cannot do more. But we are all in this together, yes?
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[But they have to pick someone, she's aware of that. She won't abstain again.
Slowly, she takes a deep breath, straightening her shoulders out and keeping her chin up (a lady must have proper posture at all times).]
We are. We must be. We cannot accept otherwise, and I... I refuse to cease believing in the others here simply because of this twisted game.
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That is what I think, at least. It would be quite undignified for us to all fall victim to paranoia and blind distrust, yes? We may have to play along, but we can at least try to do so with elegance.
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Yes... with elegance, and with poise. I will bear my responsibility for this as much as it should take.
And I shall not allow this situation to remove from me anything more. [like trust. friendship. the shounen things.]
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[ He nods, encouraging. ]
We cannot afford to lose it, can we? Ahh, perhaps I shall write a poem about it...
[ But he trails off gently, since this isn't a serious topic of conversation. Don't ask, Clarine, it'll veer off into moronsville quickly... ]
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Oh? You mentioned poetry before. You are a poet?
[clarine it's a murder trial, can you not]
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Ahh, it is something I would like to call myself, yes! Though that is the sort of distinction that must be bestowed by others...
[ He laughs, then nods. ]
My name comes from the 36 Immortals of Poetry, so as such, I do all I can to uphold such ideals of beauty and elegance as would befit a sword of the liberal arts such as myself.
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Oh...? I am afraid I am not familiar, but that does sound quite distinguished. There is a great deal of...well, they are tolerable enough, but nonetheless they are rabble, here.
It is a pleasure.