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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!]
EXECUTION
...Dist was no more than a pawn to me, but he was my pawn nonetheless. You deserve death.
[Ango doesn't seem to have much of a reaction to that. He watches, impassive, while the Lady raises her gun.
It should have been a normal execution like any other. It would have been, if it wasn't for Ango's reaction. He takes out a gun too -- the gun he has always been carrying around. The Lady doesn't seem too impressed, she had expected that. What she didn't expect was for Ango to take out another gun, one in each hand. Her eyes widen at the development.
Her reaction is fast. She dives behind one of the curtains, while Ango shoots where she had been standing just a moment ago. The surprise costs her valuable seconds, blood stains the stage. Encouraged by the proof he has injured his opponent, Ango tries to get closer to peer into the curtain and make sure she wouldn't be able to shoot again, but there's barely any time for it.
Underneath him, the space between each wooden plank gains a red tint. Sensing danger, he dashes towards the Lady's edge of the stage, intending to run away from whatever was happening. A wise decision, given the sudden burst of heat and noise behind him. Half of the stage explodes, and the space where Ango had been standing at just a moment ago is now charred. His clothes and hair singed, Ango glances at the now obliterated half of the stage. That had been too close! But no, he had to focus on his task right now.
The noise of one, two, three bullets being fired ring. Ango raises his guns, ready to shoot at the Lady, but the situation changes. The bullets cross the air and hit the spotlights that illuminate the stage. One after another, they all shatter, leaving the place full of darkness. Only one is left: a spotlight aiming at the upper part of the wall decoration on the stage. The stage and everything else is full of darkness.
To Ango, this changes nothing. Having Sonui is enough to orientate himself, he can perceive the outline and location of everything. Still, the sudden change of illumination is disorienting for a moment. He keeps shooting forward for a couple seconds, but the Lady is already moving.
The Lady runs towards the edge of the stage and leaps towards the crowd of creatures. The creatures don't hesitate to extend claws and appendages towards the woman, trying to drag her in to feast on her soul, but they're held back. The Lady grins triumphantly, and forces herself among the crowd, ignoring everything trying to catch her.
Ango's echolocation is good, but there are too many bodies out there to aim at, not to mention the seating of the auditorium. He experimentally tries a few shots, all of them impacting among the creatures. None of them try to swarm Ango, they're all retreating slowly but surely. Suddenly, two bursts of light and noise shine among the dark crowd. Ango jumps aside, expecting to hear the bullets pass by, but that doesn't happen. Instead there's a strange noise way above him before some weird and soft shapes fall on the stage. Sandbags. Were those always up there?
Four bullets more are fired in quick succession, an ominous creaking noise filling the place. Ango is forced to look up, seeing the thick, wooden wall of the backdrop start tilting forward, everything that held it in place being gone. With that done, the last spotlight is shattered. Ten bullets so far.
Staying on the stage would mean he would get crushed, there was no choice but to jump off the stage, towards the floor and the seating. None of the creatures try to reach him, he is safe while the backdrop collapses on the stage, wood splintering and creaking everywhere. Pieces of wooden hellfire fly onto the seating.
Ango gets his bearings, using the natural echolocation to examine the place from where he's hiding. He knows she intended him to get off the stage, she knows she wanted him to go search for her. The creatures have almost all left the auditorium, leaving the Lady and Ango alone. There! There she is. Gripping the guns strongly, he crouches and walks slowly. From where she is one row of seating away, the Lady seems to have something in her hand -- the gun? -- but she's not moving from where she's hiding, behind one of the seats. Ango has no more choice but to get closer.
Trying to shoot her from there is very difficult. He will have to look over the seat to shoot, but that should be no problem. She should have no time to aim upwards -- he can sense her position, she's staring at the seat in front of her. It shouldn't take more than a second to shoot her fatally before she can even make a move. As silently as he could, he climbs on the seat in front of where the Lady's hiding.
The object she was holding is revealed right away: a sword.
The sword punctures through the back of the seat as soon as he steps on the seat. Ango leaps backwards, too late to avoid the wound that hits him on the stomach. Surprised, he refuses to give up and aims anyway, only to get beaned in the face by something else, something thrown: a pocketwatch. The watch hits him right on the bridge of the nose, bending his glasses. That is just the distraction the Lady needs, while Ango recoils from the unexpected pain on his face.
Two bullets hit his chest. Ango lets go of the handguns, collapsing among the seating while the Lady stands up.
It doesn't take long for the lights to return, except for the broken spotlights. When they do, everyone can see the Lady standing there. She's holding her shoulder, blood is trickling through her fingers. That must have hurt, yet she's chuckling. The Lady giggles, swaying in place]
Oh, almost, he almost did it. You can feel this, can't you, you little trollop? Wouldn't it be great if one of them kills you? Oof, this one is going to sting.
[Yeah, she's going to spend the night patching herself up because, even though it's not her body, she's using it. Still, she takes the sword out of the seat and looks straight at the Survivors who are left. Without breaking eye contact, she grins madly]
Show is over!
[She stands up with a surprising amount of stoicness and marches away like nothing had happened. Before she leaves, though, she glances towards where the crowd of creatures usually would be. Her eyes flicker towards Rembrandt]
...ah.
[With no further comment, she steps away, without even waiting for her assistant]
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Somehow he managed to get through that just fine, but he'll hang around some just to make sure everyone else had remained the same.
He only wished Ango hadn't failed in his attempts, however. Despite everything. ]