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FIFTH TRIAL
Trial V
From what you can see, all the lights in the opera house are turned on. Only when you enter and see the open doors that lead into the main theater, you can see that room's lights are currently turned off. It's very dark in there.
Like before, Rembrandt escorts everybody to the stage. In the dark you still can see the many blue-eyed things you may be getting used to. They're still very scared of Rembrandt, staying as far away from the assistant as possible. The stage is illuminated by the spotlights, the only light in this theater.
The Lady and Rembrandt are at their balcony. She stands up, addressing the group:
"If you don't make this trial go like I want it, every single person in this room is getting vivisected!"
It has been a couple hours and she's still furious. It doesn't seem like her mood is going to improve anytime soon...if ever. Behind her, Rembrandt doesn't seem very impressed with her gratuitous threat. At least she probably won't get to make good on that threat, hm?
Let the trial for the death of Dist the Rose begin.
[OOC NOTE: From the halfway point of the trial and onwards, you'll have the option to ask the masterminds for the chance to get a hint! Be warned, though: the price will involve some body horror for your character. Keep that in mind when deciding to use this option!]
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If you believe death is stopping me from getting him to work for me, you're sorely mistaken. I could take some of his genetic material and get someone from my world to grow a whole new Dist from scratch. I could take his head and put in a jar and carry it around. Or I could simply sew his body back together and turn him into a construct. The possibilities are endless.
[The more she talks the giddier her tone turns]
Truly, he being dead gives far more freedom than if he was alive!
[...she turns pensive]
...maybe this was for the better after all.
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[ He hates this and he doesn't need to hear this gross rambling. ]
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[She looks remarkably cheered up]
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Ah. Right.
[aw fuck it had to go into the mad science angle. fuck.]
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putting it on your arm
breathe, ignore her, it's fine]
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he's doing his best but gods. this is literally the worst.]
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Is this really necessary?
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He'll bite his tongue, but his hands clench into tight fists. Seeing a little red here. ]
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