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!)

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[sentree]

I know...but we don't know if Hades will get his soul or not. [ She pauses, though. ] I won't do anything if you disapprove, though.

[stanbyme]

...He's not gone. He can't be, he's just--

[Stan pulls back and touches the face that's so practically identical to his own. So still and unmoving, eyes glassy and jaw hanging open.]

He's just waiting somewhere else for me.

[His face slowly crumples in despair, and he reaches for Ford's hand, now bloody from just being near the gushing wound of his entire lower body, pushes his fingers between Ford's and holds his hand against his lips. His voice is thin and on the verge of breaking.]

Wherever we go, we go together. He promised, he can't- he can't be gone. He wouldn't leave me like this.

[A sob escapes, and then another, his eyes squeezing shut as he presses his brother's cooling hand to his cheek.]

I didn't even do anything wrong this time.

[sentree]

[ She squeezes her eyes tightly shut and places her hands on this poor old man's shoulders. She wants to promise something. She can't. Clawing into the Underworld, it isn't actually done. Reviving the dead is a myth- more myth than the real myths, and this has taught her that more than anything.

But she wants to. Oh, she wants to. If miracles could be created... ]

I'm sorry, sir.

[stanbyme]

[He shakes her off.]

No! I got him back once, I can do it again. I don't- I don't care if I have to take his place...

I'm sick of losin' my brother!