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BLADE RUNNER [3rd Trial]
The investigation ends yet again, perhaps the most exhausting one yet. Still, the tribulations are not over, as the trial awaits. Shuttles pick the X-Classes up, and it’s best to get on board… otherwise, it’s unlikely you’ll find out the perpetrator of all this fishy behavior. There are even more empty seats now, which is sad, but at least it makes it less likely you’ll have to smell each other (a certain vampire notwithstanding.)
After spending so much time in the gory scene, the trial room’s new holo-decor may even seem easy on the eyes. It’s apparently a nature setting, as larch trees surround the podiums standing amid a floor covered in bracken ferns. The podiums themselves have transformed collectively into the ribs on a giant rib cage, and climbing up this rib cage are flowering clematis vines. Other giant bones are buried among the soft ferns, forming some kind of fossil. The whole thing is really creepy and beautiful. Zealot’s drone still carries a camera, but it does not respond to anyone’s words or actions. It definitely seems more lifeless than before... Physicist is shielded within the hollow of a forlorn willow, staring expressionlessly into the eyes of the Noh masks that appear as usual in their audience area.
The podium screen has the evidence and the billboard information shining at the ready. But will the people still dare to vote, after the display at the police station? Time will tell.
After spending so much time in the gory scene, the trial room’s new holo-decor may even seem easy on the eyes. It’s apparently a nature setting, as larch trees surround the podiums standing amid a floor covered in bracken ferns. The podiums themselves have transformed collectively into the ribs on a giant rib cage, and climbing up this rib cage are flowering clematis vines. Other giant bones are buried among the soft ferns, forming some kind of fossil. The whole thing is really creepy and beautiful. Zealot’s drone still carries a camera, but it does not respond to anyone’s words or actions. It definitely seems more lifeless than before... Physicist is shielded within the hollow of a forlorn willow, staring expressionlessly into the eyes of the Noh masks that appear as usual in their audience area.
The podium screen has the evidence and the billboard information shining at the ready. But will the people still dare to vote, after the display at the police station? Time will tell.
It Begins
You know, he's no longer a General anymore. That was a time of where Shinra paraded him as their model war hero and whatnot while hardly giving a care about the consequences of what their actions had borne. Though he's allowed others to call him that, he can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance.
Well, it matters little now. Another soldier is dead and for what? Someone's thought that they can have vengeance? ]
Diluc...do you believe your vengeance to be worth so little that you thought killing one of our number would grant you everything that you need to fulfill it?
What a pity. You're more foolish than your thought.
[ Yet, Sephiroth does something else. He leaps straight at him, but also, there's quite the disruption shooting towards him as well. It looks kind of like perhaps a rolling hill of rock. It'll disrupt the ground around him, but regardless, hopefully people are clearing out of the way. It's just, you know, a second level earth spell.
Cast by someone with a rather high magic aptitude. So people might not want to get caught up in that! Also RIP to any structures nearby because it'll probably hit some walls/structures nearby in the area, likely tearing through them. Though that's partly intentional. ]
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You know nothing of what I seek. One of our number? As an assassin trained from birth, he'd no sooner kill you as well if you stood in his way.
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Does that make him less of our number because he'd stab either of us in the back at a moment's notice? In case you need reminding, we're still in the same situation together. Or have you forgotten that in your desperate fervor to grasp that farce of a victory?
[ From the ground more rocks spike up towards the red head, seeming to climb on top of each other but trying nevertheless to pierce or consume his person. Of course any maneuvering out of the way may result into more of it tearing into the walls around them or flying elsewhere into the foundations beyond their little circle. Whoops~ ]
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[Diluc pushes off of Sephiroth's sword, using it as momentum to leap backwards-- having to roll in an impressive manuever to dodge the sudden earth moving towards him. Once he lands he faces back to Sephiroth]
If I had to take out someone who sold his soul for power that warps him into a beast, so be it!
[Another swing of the claymore-- except this time, a great phoenix of fire lashes out, engulfing anything in it's path.
Great day for a trial room with trees.]
smh at writing this shit sometimes
But hey, there he is. In the air above them, flying without a single wing because he can actually do that.
This time, the man swings his blade, which lets out shockwaves of their own on each swing. Shockwaves of slices that can cut through buildings made of steel. It's definitely being aimed towards Diluc for the most part, though at spots he believes the man may move to, and also a shockwave towards beyond the hologram to presumably the actual physical walls as well. ]
And look where you are now. Your end is upon you, Diluc. You've accomplished nothing.
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Diluc isn't a unit known for shields, but he does his best to deflect the second strike as he dodges the first. There's a noticeable chink in the blade-- a blade that managed that same maneuver against Kimimaro many times the night before.
But maybe that fight is catching up to him. Even zeal for a cause can only get you so far, and he's pretty battered under his fancy coat. It's with a snarl that he leaps once more, one more massive swing of a firebird towards Sephiroth.]
No! I will prevail!
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[ There is this strange feeling that perhaps...Diluc has signed his death warrant. ]
EXECUTION: DEATH BY AN ANGEL
I've decided that a death at their hands is unworthy of their taking.
[ To be quite honest, Diluc is quite a formidable opponent. For a normal human, he put up rather well with Sephiroth's onslaught. The two of them continue to clash. Diluc swings his claymore around, eyes determined, as he meets Sephiroth head on.
He's facing down a monster. All around him are monsters. It's what Diluc has decided; of course whether he thinks that of everyone in here remains to be seen. But it may be said that he doesn't see another monster that has been birthed in the midst of this chaos. How could he when he's too busy looking at others to see himself?
As for the fun portion of property damage, Sephiroth summons a much more powerful earth spell, and of course it covers more ground, to run head first into the foundations beyond what is suspected to be beyond this illusion, to act as a battering ram against the walls and perhaps crush some hallways.
In between all of this to add to that are more shockwaves directed to augment these earlier attempts.
Regardless, he calls upon the fire within him, sweeping it across the battlefield to try to catch Sephiroth as he darts in and out of the way. Again and again their swords come against one another's, sliding in a sound that's surely irritating to the crowd by now. But it's impressive the red head can manage to keep his stamina going for so long in the first place.
Indeed, one can say that maybe he'd easily find himself as a fighter along a hero's party should they have had the chance to face him. But, to be quite honest, there are two matters which need to be addressed in retrospect:
One, this is not a party of heroes.
Two, Diluc is only one man.
Perhaps maybe a third as well. Sephiroth is not Kimimaro, and he does not tire so easily even on a battlefield embroiled in flame.
But when Diluc makes another leap, like he did moments earlier claiming that he'll prevail, maybe he should've expected that Sephiroth wouldn't feel so charitable.
Easily, Sephiroth teleports once more behind Diluc, his eyes easily catching such a striking figure from behind. Even if he dared to call Kimimaro a monster, and so many other things as well. It really is such a pity, and a waste that he was a fool to the end.
He doesn't say anything in this split second of a moment where he swings his blade. It seems like it happens just once.
But it happens more than that, at the very least. Masamune cuts through the man's flimsy and fancy cut easily enough, along his body, through even seemingly his spirit, and of course ultimately finally through him. In a blink of an eye, Diluc's battered body, still in one piece, but soaked in blood, falls to the ground in a bloody heap.
Diluc Ragnvindr is dead. ]
The leadership of this city will perish, or this world will be no more.
[ Whatever comes first, Sephiroth is sure to make good on that promise. One way or another.
Sephiroth sends away Masamune, finished. For now. ]
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* ...And then fixates on something else entirely. But he hesitates. Should he really...? He may only get a single chance at this...]
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With a deep breath, he raises the flute to his lips and blows a few notes. The shield goes up, and anyone who would like to join him inside of it? You're welcome to it.]
AFTERMATH
And then... it starts to heal itself. The material just grows back, solid, shining, and a couple of the bones and trees. At the same time, a whirlwind of clematis petals comes down, forming an opaque and solid covering over Diluc's body and soul.
The Physicist peeks around the willow tree coyly as she stands up.]
Congratulations, General. Or should I say Executioner?
[There are... tweets on the round white wall. A lot about Diluc. Some about Sephiroth. A few about Rideaux attacking Damian. A couple about Flowey. #akudamashiai is common among them - akudama, the villains they are, "damashiai", fooling each other.]
Normally, they'd wait longer to consider the results of the vote. So they haven't prepared the same type of announcement. But a simple majority had already made their submissions. And in the end, the leadership decided... you contributed to criminal justice and order in Kansai.
[A bleak grin drags up both the corners of her mouth. For the first time, her body is suspended above the ground, four tentacles on the floor as her limbs.]
Isn't that just the most wonderful thing you can do in this world?
[With that, at an incredible pace she skitters away.
They walk back out through the network of hallways, as most large entertainment venues have, and see several of the low black ceilings caved in.]
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[* ...]
[* Flowey has a completely expressionless face as he makes his way out.]