final trial

[arsholes]

[After a harrowing couple of hours, some illuminating discoveries, a couple of new allies, and a couple of new injuries, eventually Garfield's warning comes to mind. Shit's popping off. And now that you've got all of the ritual components (minus the hammer which, well, you have its owner), it might be time to return to the trial room and see if you can do something about it.

Reconvene in the Great Hall and make your way upstairs.]

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[unfinishedwork]

[Ice blue eyes open and look upon the survivors in the circle. The man walks toward them, gingerly stepping over the remains of one of the podiums to do so, and straightens his jacket.]

Ah, that's so much better. It's an honor to finally be able to meet you all in the flesh.

[spitessier]

So...did we just bring you back to life by doing this?

[unfinishedwork]

In a sense, yes. You see, by breaking down the Tria Prima even further, into elemental components, one can manifest an entirely new physical form out of such simple ingredients. A container, if you will, for a willing soul.

[replacementshield]

Who the hell are you?

[unfinishedwork]

Oh, I am truly sorry. Where are my manners? I am the one and only Count of Saint Germain.

[He puts a hand to his chest and bows, his other arm extended out.

You may call me Saint Germain, of course.

[sunshade]

The Alchemist. The one who lived in the 1700s. Of course.

[unfinishedwork]

Ah, a fan! How lovely.

Well, I spent time in the 1700s. I'm a time traveler, you know.

[ninehundredlives]

Okay, so, what are you doing here?

[unfinishedwork]

I'm here to help you end this, once and for all.

[replacementshield]

...And how did a time traveler like you die here?

[ His hand is going to the hilt of his blade. ]

[ghostsguysgyuudon]

Eh? Really? You mean, on your own?

[sunshade]

I wouldn't say I'm a fan. What was it that Voltaire called you..."The Wonderman"?

[ this could not be said any more dryly ]

[unfinishedwork]

I've been called far more unflattering things than that.

[He waves a hand.]

Not everybody can appreciate true genius, after all.

[twibeast]

[ he doesn't understand any of this patchy his head hurts who are yall talking about ]

[rikonstructed]

You. The one from the seance?

[unfinishedwork]

[He holds both arms out to the side]

The very same.

[He dips into a deep bow.

Nuadha- you recognize this voice.]

[rikonstructed]

[Yeah. What a surprise. That's all the cue he needs to draw both his blades.]

You. Convenient of you to come and meet us yourself.

[spitessier]

He's the Patron, isn't he?

[ghostsguysgyuudon]

Eh?

[Mei gapes at Nuadha and then looks to Saint-Germain.]

But you -- that -- this doesn't make sense! Why would you always run away from yourself? Or help us against your own plan? And my friend got Heisenberg-san to help us, but the Patron got upset whenever he did -- how can you be both?

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[unfinishedwork]

[Saint Germain looks up and then straightens from his bow.]

Yes, it was quite convenient.

[He doesn't carry a cane.]

After all, my dear boy...

2/2

[unfinishedwork]

[His expression changes, his smirk becoming just a little more wicked. The red light of the still-glowing ritual circle reflects in his eyes.]

It's so fucking easy when you do all the work for me.

[replacementshield]

[ ...Fuck. Okay does spilling ink on the circle do anything to stop it?

Because boy he is going to try this first, at least.

If not? He will try to stab the man by leaping forward next. ]

[rikonstructed]

[Forget strategy or anything else, Nuadha is lunging out of the circle straight for him if no one else intercepts. He's officially done talking.]

[sunshade]

It's not like we had many choices for how to go about solving this. What else were we going to do, sit around in the tower until it blew up?

Anyhow, are you going to monologue at us about how we fell into your clutches? You'd better get it over with, now.

[ghostsguysgyuudon]

[Mei bows politely.]

So we did it right... It can't be that easy, can it?