Seventh Trial

[candlelightsflicker]

[Once again the stretching room descends and the Hatbox Ghost seems impatient.]

Ugh where's that Serling guy's stupid death elevator when you need it? This is taking forever.

[But soon enough you arrive in the trial room, now with Freddie and Jyn's voodoo dolls on their podiums. And your 100% new friend Hatbox Ghost is there too!] 

If you guys don't all die next week, I'm installing the death elevator.

[TRIAL START]

Comments

[hasit]

Kriff—

[She gasps, bringing her arm out again, but not before she's completely blindsided by that bat hitting her square across the temple.

She goes limp in Stan's arms.]

[stanbyme]

[Stan was facing the possibility that he was going to lose one of his girls already.

When Leia's knocked into his arms, unconscious, he...

He loses it.

He lets out a primal scream and takes up the knife that she dropped, with the instinct of a man thirty years younger, and tries to just fucking completely tackle Hatbox.]

[candlelightsflicker]

[hatbox manages to hold his own against stan’s tackle, which is at least enough keep on the ground - until squirrel girl does her thing, anyway.]

[stanbyme]

[He jumps away when the smoking starts, but being from an animated medium his hand is still smoldering a little and he shakes out the burn with a hiss of breath, cradling it to his chest.

[hasit]

Stanley? What...what happened? I was stabbing him, and now I'm.

[Oh. Oh, kriff, her head.]

[stanbyme]

...Yeah, he whacked you pretty good, kitten. Don't move around too much.

[hasit]

He's gone. If he's gone—

[She's already struggling to her feet, it's fine.]

We don't have to vote.

[right??? hahahhaa,]