ENDGAME GROUP 2: The Trial (Log 2)

[hasagun]

[After Remy and Thalia stumble upon Bill’s makeshift trial room, it doesn’t take very long for the others to appear within the trial room. There are podiums set up as per usual, but there’s...really nothing keeping you to using them. The whole place smells terribly of ketchup, and is completely gold, each wal covered in massive tapestries.

There’s also a closed door at the back of the room. Not the way you came in. Guess someone needs to get in and out.]

WELCOME, TO YOUR TRIAL, KIDDOS! I’M NOT SUPER ENTHUSED ‘BOUT THE WHOLE “BURNING DOWN MY GIFT SHOP” THING, BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE PARK ANYWAY! GOTTA HAVE SOME FUN BEFORE YOU DIE!

(ooc: this is the second and final log for group 2 - if you weren’t here for the previous log, feel free to use this as a jumping-in point!)

Comments

[fantasmick]

Nope!

I am one!

[keyofimagination]

But why would... why would you...

[Congrats "Mickey", Rod's at a lost for words.]

1/2

[fantasmick]

[just. carefully. unzips...himself.]

[rech]

[...there’s a considerably smaller character underneath the suit. similarly inky, but much more...sinister. like a devil.

his face is fully intact, but a large chunk of his body is missing, smoking, and dripping ink onto the floor. he was dipped recently, he’s getting better.]

Hey there, hi there, ho there! You’re as welcome as can be.

[angelgoatdemon]

YOU!

How aren't you dead yet?

[darnsitall]

[frantically papping Ford on the shoulder please!! shoot!! him!!]

[sixfingeredstan]

Should—

[He raises the gun hesitantly.]

Should I just?

[darnsitall]

[pap pap pap pap PAP PAP PAP]

[sixfingeredstan]

[OKAY OKAY HE'S

HE'S GONNA SHOOT AT RANDY]

[rech]

[They just kinda. Casually make holes in him? That get filled in with ink.]

You call that a gun?

[terribibble]

[sidelong]

He's made of ink, you think that'll work?

[sixfingeredstan]

I shot him before—

[WORTH A SHOT]

[psychopinesis]

[Man, he was getting ready to go punch a mouse, but now he's not sure anymore. Not touching that thing.]

[lusito]

[MMMMMM]

Well Neku, I wouldn't want to intrude on your partnership with Shiki, but if worse comes to worse, I don't suppose you'd be willing to team up with me again for this particular occasion?

[psychopinesis]

What? You're not intruding on anything. I don't mind teaming up with someone else.

[Especially since Shiki isn't here. But Joshua's a bit better at combat, if he had to be honest.]

[lusito]

Good.

[He offers up a fist. Establishing the fusion partner link doesn't usually require physical contact, and fist bumping is more Beat's thing, but even so...]

Follow my lead?

[forgottenfounder]

[Ah


there's a cold feeling in the pit of Oswald's stomach.]

You?! But I thought you were gone! You were splashed with thinner!

[rech]

The doc got me good, I admit! But I’m plenty messed up right now, thank you.

[literally missing half his torso]

[forgottenfounder]

[That's true. And it's... actually hard to look at.]

Eugh. Not exactly the fate I was hoping you'd have.

[keyofimagination]

[Holy shit.]

You...! You lied to us!

[rech]

Yep! Congrats, sport.

[keyofimagination]

[Rod is silent for a long time, horrified that he blindingly listened to someone so evil.

... Then he remembered what Bill said.]

What do you want from me, anyway?

[rech]

I just.

Want you to admit it.

[stanbyme]

...Yeah, that sounds about right.

[sixfingeredstan]

I take back my apology for shooting you.