WEEK 3 - TRIAL

[petoskeymods]

TRIAL

It takes a full day after finding the body, but on Saturday, the counselors call you all to the campfire, the bonfire already roaring away as everyone finds their seats. Red is seated there, but Stan isn't here...? The box saying 'VOTES' sits quietly on his seat.

It looks like you're here to find the killer.

And just like before, you know you'll be forced to vote before the night's over...

And condemn someone to a grisly fate.

VICTIM: Clarke Griffin
CAMPERS REMAINING: 21

((Remember that Everyone must vote and that Votes are due by 6pm EST!))

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EXECUTION: TWO TO TANGO (CW: gore)

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[Red tallies up up the votes, holding a handful of them to the side. She looks a bit surprised at the results, but somehow impressed. Good job everyone!]

That...certainly is a creative way to get around this dilemma. Alright. Kon, you have-

[But she is interrupted by her cell phone ringing. She frowns, and she shifts the votes over to one hand so she can pull the phone out of her pocket and looks at it. She takes a few moments, scrolling through what is written, and reads it over at least a couple times. Then her face twists up in anger as she drops the votes entirely to use both hands to text a response back.

A moment later a response comes back, and after reading it she throws her phone across the camp. When she speaks again, her voice sounds cold and harsh.]

Kon and Natsume Sakasaki. You both have been deemed culpable for Clarke Griffin’s murder. You will now face your punishments.





[With a snap of her fingers, a barrier is put up between the two accused and everyone else. Both Kon and Natsume jump, and Kon reaches out to grab onto Natsume’s arm. He starts to shout something in protest, but in his panic the words are indistinct.

Red raises her hand, and the railing from the evidence today starts to float as well. The two boys can see what she’s about to do, and Kon grabs for Natsume, trying to wrap his body around him to protect him.

The railing goes sailing across the firepit area, impaling both of them and spraying the barrier with a mix of blood from both of them. The two stand there for a moment, the shock preventing them from really feeling anything. Natsume moves his arms up to hug Kon, clinging to him as they stumble.

Then, they fall.

Red walks slowly over to them, ignoring any protests from the other campers. The anger is clear on her face, even if it’s not directed at these two boys in particular. Once she reaches them, she crouches down near them, taking a moment to just watch the two.

Natsume is fading in and out of consciousness, unable to keep his head up. Kon, meanwhile has enough strength to lift his head up to look at Red. His words are unheard, but it’s easy to see that he’s asking her ‘why?’

Red simply mouths back ‘I’m sorry’ as she moves a bit of hair out of Natsume’s face.

Both boys bleed out within seconds of each other.

When Kon’s body finally gives out, a little green pill rolls out of it. Red picks up up, and holds it up for everyone to see.]

‘Kon’s body’ is not a camper. Any votes that said that had to be randomized. Or so sayeth my superiors.

[And then she crushes the pill between her fingers.]

Function Complete.

The trial is over. Return to your cabins and get some rest.

[lovebun]

[ And there goes Usagi

She has left the building.

Sailor Moon isn't here anymore.

Someone needs to just direct her elsewhere because she's. Legit just not here. ]

[diesifkilled]

[Funny coincidence, Shirou isn't here either! But at least they're still holding hands? Yay?]

1/???

[bladeisme]

[For a moment, he doesn't comprehend what just happened.

His eyes are wide open, and he doesn't move.

He's like a statue, still and uncomprehending, staring at Red's fingers.]

Ah....Aaah....

2/2

[bladeisme]

[And then he throws his head back and screams, it sounding less like a human scream and more like an expression of pure pain, anger, and grief, all of his emotions running through his system

Kon was - Kon was -

'It's my turn to protect you.']

You fucking BITCH-

[The roar of rage coming from his throat doesn't stop, as he grabs his Zanpakuto off his back and begins to rush at red, hatred written on every inch of his face.]

[linearcrash]

[ Nine is too stunned to move until he hears that yelling. Then he realizes, oh shit. ]

Shit! Don't!

[ He's going to try to bodily tackle Ichigo to keep him from reaching Red. ]

[fallbymyhands]

Kurosaki, no!

[Mitsuru yells out, but Nine seems to have the physical restraint part down]

[le_mat]

[Lenka is the only one that can stand up to Ichigo, and they could kill each other. Ren just reacts]

Makajamaon!

[Maybe, it's best he Forgets for awhile]

[fallbymyhands]

[there isn't anything to do here. . . but watch in slow, dawning horror, her feet frozen to the ground as though rooted there with ice]

No--!

[velocirainbow]

[ Everything inside him goes numb. It's Lupa, all over again. This is... all his fault. He doesn't know when he starts screaming or when he finally stops and falls onto his knees, his voice hoarse and his eyes wet, but he... he can't say anything.

What do you even say?

This is all his fault. He helped cause this. Now two innocent people are dead because of them. ]

[warmyyarny]

What? Wait, stop--!

[Kanji barely moved before Natsume and Kon got impaled. All he can do is stare while they bleed out, frozen in his place and at a loss for words. Only when they candy is crushed he sits back, grabbing his head.

This whole thing ended with both Natsume and Kon dying. This is the worst case scenario, right what he didn't want to see.

It's rather despairing]

[killtheanimals]

[Oh.

Cool. Cool cool cool cool.

Mitsuru's not here for any aftermath. He turns on his heel and simply goes.

Have fun razing the camp, guys.]

[finalguard]

[ Boa stares after him, because his ??? on this level is apparently more important than the execution. ]

[trashmouthtozier]

[he knew it wouldn't work, you idiots. he just knew. those fuckers - that delivery guy said they're worse than It. he knew they'd be too cruel to let them get away with a technicality. he closes his eyes tight as soon as that barrier goes up and wraps his arms around Eddie, burying his face in his shoulder. it'd be a chant against the pain, almost a prayer, if it weren't a swear, over and over again]

Shit, shit, shit, shit ...

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie's clinging right back, burying his face in Richie's shoulder. The only difference is his silence. He doesn't say a word as he cries into Richie's shoulder. Why is any of this happening to them?!]

[particlebarrier]

[Lance is staring at all this, eyes wide in horror. He knew it. He knew they should have all fucking voted for Ichigo and he let people talk him out of it. Why? Why the hell did he let them do that? Why the hell didn't he try making this argument better?!

Now Clarke's sacrifice means even less and he's just so blindingly furious with himself and with everything else, that he just gets up, kicks the firepit as hard as he can.]

Damn it!!! I knew we should've voted for Ichigo.

[FUCK. He's just storming the hell off now.]

[bladeisme]

[CRYING IN DESPAIR SHONEN AGREES, BY THE WAY]

[le_mat]

[After making Ichigo Forget, making sure he doesn't die (if he let Ichigo die, Kon would never forgive him, surely), Ren just stands there for a moment.

Queen Mab is still there like she is expecting more to happen. His persona is up, so he reacts almost on autopilot. He can't hurt Red - even if he could he wouldn't, because he could see on her face she was no more culpable for this than a gun was upon being fired.

So he just looks around for the closest thing that will burn. That happens to be the Time-out shed. Red's busy, and fuck it. Not like it's against the rules, technically.

Brb, setting shit on fire.]

[trashmouthtozier]

[Richie looks up from Eddie's shoulder at that fwoosh of fire, and his eyes widen]

HOLY SHIT.

[sorry about your ears, Eds]

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[That sure is a fire.

Red watches it burn for a bit, her sword in hand.]

Ren, don't burn down the camp.

[She says that flatly.]

[diesifkilled]

[Oh, things are on fire now.

Welp, makes sense. Fits right in with how shitty everything else is.]

[soylentprotag]

[Once Ichigo's been restrained, Lenka walks away, towards the edge of camp. The forest.

He doesn't enter it, merely stops near it and unslings his God Arc, holding it up before him and looking up at it unseeingly. There's tension all throughout his frame; he's stood there not unlike the statues they're all becoming, quaking head to toe starting from his hands. They're gripping the handle of the God Arc so hard that... yeah, there's probably going to be some blood making his grip even more precarious than it already was.

The God Arc is quaking, too, bits and pieces of it not fitting together quite right and shifting to expose the organic bits beneath. The Aragami within is restless, responding to his emotions -- something like fury, something like despair, something like a vast abyss of nothingness, none of them shaped quite like emotions but only a vast, blood-red howling at the core of them. There's nothing to devour.

The stalemate lasts for a very long moment before Lenka puts the Arc down. Plants it in the ground. Lets go of it.

And then he winds up, howls his uselessness and grief and hopelessness and just. Starts trying to punch his way through trees with his bare hands. There's going to be a lot of splinters and blood and destruction here in a minute, but he's feeling nothing and heeding nothing, so the poor forest's edge is just going to have to take it. Again.]

CELL PHONE!!

[fallbymyhands]

[Mitsuru is on her way back to the cabins, but. . . she recalls the force with which Red threw her phone prior to the execution. what if, while she walks, she keeps an eye out for that little device]

[petoskeymods]

[Yep! It's over there!

This conversation is up on it btw.]

[homeecspacecop]

Wings! [Chuuta yells, as soon as Red starts speaking, and runs forward.]

[...]

Wings, Drew! [Chuuta yells, again, and still nothing happens. No wings, no rush of sympathy, just Drew in front of his face and--]

[No.]

[Chuuta stops.]

[Chuuta, what are you doing?]

I... [Chuuta stares past Drew, to the barrier and Kon and Natsume beyond it. Blood splatters across the barrier. Bright red.]

[You can't help them.]

[Red walks over, and for a second, Chuuta thinks that maybe, just maybe the plan worked. Maybe Red will---

'Kon's body' is not a camper but Chuuta voted for Kon's body, thought that maybe Kon was like Drew and would be free to go but---

Function Complete]

[Chuuta, stop.]

[Because he's taken a step forward, he's going to rush at Red and it doesn't matter if she takes him down but Drew's still in front of him, staring at him, and Chuuta stumbles down to his hands and knees and

... well, he does what he's always done. He just gives up.]