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fifth trial
[With the last piece of evidence collected, Heisenberg's voice abruptly comes from everywhere and nowhere once again.]
Ready when you are. Come on up, Apprentices. You know the drill by now.
[Time to get in your weekly cardio climbing all these goddamn stairs again. Per usual, the ascension takes several minutes, with one final door remaining locked than that first time. The shimmer of purple shield magic remains, blocking the apprentices from accessing it but they'll know soon enough if they make it through this trial.
Finally they reach the courtroom door. It's a bit singed and a little splattered with dried blood. You'd think the tower would have eagerly drunk it up...but perhaps someone left it as a message. The door swings open to reveal a small set of steps, leading up to an imposing round chamber with a tapered roof. Twenty podiums stand in a circle in the center, lit brightly from below. Each podium is made of dark metal with a colored crystal matching the individual dorms enclosed on a thick glass dome on top of it. As always, greyed out portraits of the deceased have been added- Olive and Bruno. The courtroom looks completely unharmed from Hubert's attempt on Wednesday.
Heisenberg once again is up on his scaffold. He pulls a gas mask off of his head and runs a hand through his hair, before settling his hat back in its usual place.]
Hope you've brought your best. And all the evidence. You know how this goes by now. Either one person leaves here, or ten of you get the reward of going back down to the Institute.
Better get started.
Ready when you are. Come on up, Apprentices. You know the drill by now.
[Time to get in your weekly cardio climbing all these goddamn stairs again. Per usual, the ascension takes several minutes, with one final door remaining locked than that first time. The shimmer of purple shield magic remains, blocking the apprentices from accessing it but they'll know soon enough if they make it through this trial.
Finally they reach the courtroom door. It's a bit singed and a little splattered with dried blood. You'd think the tower would have eagerly drunk it up...but perhaps someone left it as a message. The door swings open to reveal a small set of steps, leading up to an imposing round chamber with a tapered roof. Twenty podiums stand in a circle in the center, lit brightly from below. Each podium is made of dark metal with a colored crystal matching the individual dorms enclosed on a thick glass dome on top of it. As always, greyed out portraits of the deceased have been added- Olive and Bruno. The courtroom looks completely unharmed from Hubert's attempt on Wednesday.
Heisenberg once again is up on his scaffold. He pulls a gas mask off of his head and runs a hand through his hair, before settling his hat back in its usual place.]
Hope you've brought your best. And all the evidence. You know how this goes by now. Either one person leaves here, or ten of you get the reward of going back down to the Institute.
Better get started.
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I-It's... it's based on... the Phantom of the Libretto... it's a tragic love story...
I-I can let you read the original later... if you want...
[ he's so sorry Bryn he really did mean to get rid of this page, he promises ]
no subject
I don't know what this is.
[ gesturing to the page as she reads it ]
Who is this character? [ the Meg stand-in ] Why is she center stage?
[ .......... ]
Why would Christine have slept with the Phantom, after all of that? Is this implying the son she's been raising isn't her husband's?
[ I'M SORRY SHE'S JUST GOING THROUGH IT WITH A RED PEN AT THIS POINT RIP IN FUCK ]
no subject
no subject
And then whispers as she walks away: ]
Whoever you're covering for needs to take a few creative writing classes.
[ "whoever" ]