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CATCH ME IF YOU CAN [2nd Trial]
The shuttles return, signaling that the investigation has ended. Once the shuttles are full (though short a few X-Classes from last time, the automated vehicle is once again aware of the required number) they drive back to the holo-dome, as the scenery forms around the podiums once again.
This time, the setting that forms in the hard light is different - for one thing, it looks a lot colder. Ice climbs up the podiums, freezing them all the way up except for the screen. Buildings form and partway collapse, creating an apocalyptic scene in the place there was once dungeon walls, and these wrecked structures are covered in snow as well. Nuclear winter, or just hell frozen over? It's hard to say. But it may seem more like the latter, when you look at the ground. There are sculpted body parts made entirely of ice floating around the floor. Floating on what? Well... the cold ground is covered in a veritable flood of blood! Good thing this stuff isn't real, or you'd all be needing new shoes. Meanwhile, the Physicist is watching from behind her hard light glass again, but this time it just looks like she's chilling in a glacier as the Zealot's drone resumes its aerial position as well. The Noh masks beam into their "seats," fixing their vacant stares on the X-Classes.
You've got your evidence and everyone's billboard information on the podium screen. Time to solve the case.
This time, the setting that forms in the hard light is different - for one thing, it looks a lot colder. Ice climbs up the podiums, freezing them all the way up except for the screen. Buildings form and partway collapse, creating an apocalyptic scene in the place there was once dungeon walls, and these wrecked structures are covered in snow as well. Nuclear winter, or just hell frozen over? It's hard to say. But it may seem more like the latter, when you look at the ground. There are sculpted body parts made entirely of ice floating around the floor. Floating on what? Well... the cold ground is covered in a veritable flood of blood! Good thing this stuff isn't real, or you'd all be needing new shoes. Meanwhile, the Physicist is watching from behind her hard light glass again, but this time it just looks like she's chilling in a glacier as the Zealot's drone resumes its aerial position as well. The Noh masks beam into their "seats," fixing their vacant stares on the X-Classes.
You've got your evidence and everyone's billboard information on the podium screen. Time to solve the case.
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Shall I be left waiting and wanting for your contact? No... give me a show worth remembering, and I will recall your image every night in my loneliest hours.
[Zenos raises himself from the podium and settles a hand idly on his scabbard. There is... actually??? Some genuinely melancholy to his expression. At least he's genuine!]
no subject
His chest hurts, figuratively and quite literally. But who cares if his wounds open? There is a final danse macabre to dance and the spotlights are all his. ]
How could I disappoint? I will push open the gates to the netherworld with my own hands - the fall will be much less lonely with such an audience.
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Adam had truly been among his people here, hadn't he?
Still, Zenos can't help but be indulgent, and draws his arms back into some great gesture of presentation. His eyes are only on the dancer center stage, now.]
Yes, yes... we live for these moments. When all hangs in the balance, and the difference between life and death is a single stroke! Bare your truth, Adam, for all to see!