.aspects game

[decomposed]

GAME ENDS 4PM PST 8/19

hit me up on slack (utaoutauhito, display is 森 歌) or plurk (sacae) if you have any questions! probably people won't get very injured if at all but there is some chance of getting mauled to a small or possibly significant degree. careful guys

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[decomposed]

[ a large and heavy set of ornate double doors, made of fine, dark wood. the handles and inlays appear to be made of gold, and they carry a sense of solemn importance. ]

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[pashupata]

[ runs his fingers over the doors to feel the detail and then opens it?? ]

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[decomposed]

[ you’re in a courtroom. even if that should be unfamiliar to you, somehow you know - you’re in a courtroom, and you’re right at the stand.

the stand itself is shaped as if it was carved from a cylinder, with the standing platform a step up from the marble floors and the partly encircling wall standing to about chest or waist height. it’s starkly isolated in the center of the room, but a good two or three yards off to either side, it’s flanked by elevated seats, a few rows of them each. for jury, or for audience. either way, they’re empty right now.

directly in front of you is a rise in the room like a balcony - and Uriel upon it, with one hand settled on the railing and his gaze fixed steadily on you.

he opens his mouth, and with a real voice, he speaks - ]

Confess your sins.

((scoring criteria is engaging with Uriel. powers are off.))

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[pashupata]

[ this is literally the worst thing, he freezes up and doesn't answer for a moment ]

. . . Uriel?

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[decomposed]

There are no witnesses. In this place are you and I alone, Arjuna.

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[pashupata]

. . . why do you want to know my sins?

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[autorejoin]

[ Saber hesitates only briefly before opening the door. ]

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[decomposed]

[ you’re in a courtroom. even if that should be unfamiliar to you, somehow you know - you’re in a courtroom, and you’re right at the stand.

the stand itself is shaped as if it was carved from a cylinder, with the standing platform a step up from the marble floors and the partly encircling wall standing to about chest or waist height. it’s starkly isolated in the center of the room, but a good two or three yards off to either side, it’s flanked by elevated seats, a few rows of them each. for jury, or for audience. either way, they’re empty right now.

directly in front of you is a rise in the room like a balcony - and Uriel upon it, with one hand settled on the railing and his gaze fixed steadily on you.

he opens his mouth, and with a real voice, he speaks - ]

Confess your sins.

((scoring criteria is engaging with Uriel. powers are off.))

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[autorejoin]

[ Saber pauses at that, taking a full moment to stare in surprise at Uriel actually talking. He was used to the telepathy, even used to the fake voice he'd made for himself back home, but this was....

Different.

But then the casual expression of a ne'er-do-well crosses his face, and he grins. ]

Am I to be charged for them, then?

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[decomposed]

You are not. This is not a formal trial.

But you and I both know full well that you have not led a life without regrets, Yue.

[ it's a cooler, more distant tone than Katou's used to from him, but it couldn't be called truly cold or detached. it's a sort of neutral, without actually abandoning familiarity.

rather, he's calm. ]

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[autorejoin]

Of course not. Should I start from the beginning, then? I hope you've got enough time.

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[ofobedience]

[LATER HE will also check out this door. After he works up the courage for it because that sense of solemn importance is kind of intimidating. He'll push it open though, eventually. peer inside.]

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[decomposed]

[ you’re in a courtroom. even if that should be unfamiliar to you, somehow you know - you’re in a courtroom, and you’re right at the stand.

the stand itself is shaped as if it was carved from a cylinder, with the standing platform a step up from the marble floors and the partly encircling wall standing to about chest or waist height. it’s starkly isolated in the center of the room, but a good two or three yards off to either side, it’s flanked by elevated seats, a few rows of them each. for jury, or for audience. either way, they’re empty right now.

directly in front of you is a rise in the room like a balcony - and Uriel upon it, with one hand settled on the railing and his gaze fixed steadily on you.

he opens his mouth, and with a real voice, he speaks - ]

Confess your sins.

((scoring criteria is engaging with Uriel. powers are off.))

[ofobedience]

[well that's not intimidating at all.

It's Uriel, and so Giovanni should feel comfortable in his presence, only everything about this situation thrums with tension and already he has a Very Bad Feeling about having stepped through this door. He looks at the ground for a moment. Bites his lip.]

I'd rather not.

[decomposed]

[ Uriel's voice goes a little bit softer, but even aloud, it's more composed than he might normally "sound." ]

There are no witnesses, only us. You are not here to be tried - but you must face your own wrong-doings, Giovanni.

[ofobedience]

[that helps somewhat, but he keeps his eyes on the ground regardless.]

But what counts as wrong-doing? Lately, it's harder to tell.

[bevoted]

[alright let's take the important looking doors first why not]

[decomposed]

[ welcome, m

you’re in a courtroom. even if that should be unfamiliar to you, somehow you know - you’re in a courtroom, and you’re right at the stand.

the stand itself is shaped as if it was carved from a cylinder, with the standing platform a step up from the marble floors and the partly encircling wall standing to about chest or waist height. it’s starkly isolated in the center of the room, but a good two or three yards off to either side, it’s flanked by elevated seats, a few rows of them each. for jury, or for audience. either way, they’re empty right now.

directly in front of you is a rise in the room like a balcony - and Uriel upon it, with one hand settled on the railing and his gaze fixed steadily on you.

he opens his mouth, and with a real voice, he speaks - ]

Confess your sins.

((scoring criteria is engaging with Uriel. powers are off.))

[bevoted]

[you don't know me


for a moment Dantalion is taken aback in something akin to awe. well, considering the scale of the place, and the sheer intimidating stature of those pillars towering above him as he stands alone and exposed, effectively the center of attention, it would be difficult not to be.

that being said he finds himself completely unsurprised that Uriel is the one standing above him. it's actually a little bit funny. no matter what world it seems, the role of Uriel is always the same.]

What for? [bites back smoothly, falling comfortably into his own role. playing the rebellious and unapologetic sinner is kind of fun, in a way. especially when faced with a prude angel like Uriel.]

My "sentence" was already decided a long time ago. You're late.

[decomposed]

There are no witnesses present. You are not on trial here, Dantalion.

You may claim that to be so, but even now you show no penance.

[bevoted]

[oh boy you recognize him. hmph. ... he leans against the railing that comes up to his waist, meeting Uriel's gaze defiantly.] Then I repeat: What for? If I'm not on trial, my sins are my own business.

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[saviorsoul]

[I like fancy things.]

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[decomposed]

[ you’re in a courtroom. even if that should be unfamiliar to you, somehow you know - you’re in a courtroom, and you’re right at the stand.

the stand itself is shaped as if it was carved from a cylinder, with the standing platform a step up from the marble floors and the partly encircling wall standing to about chest or waist height. it’s starkly isolated in the center of the room, but a good two or three yards off to either side, it’s flanked by elevated seats, a few rows of them each. for jury, or for audience. either way, they’re empty right now.

directly in front of you is a rise in the room like a balcony - and Uriel upon it, with one hand settled on the railing and his gaze fixed steadily on you.

he opens his mouth, and with a real voice, he speaks - ]

Confess your sins.

((scoring criteria is engaging with Uriel. powers are off.))

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[saviorsoul]

[This is familiar in a way that really bothers him since he knows it's not really his memory being triggered.

But at Uriel speaking with a normal voice, he openly gawks.]

Your voice...

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[decomposed]

[ a slow blink ]

What of it?