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guiltrip2023-06-03 11:39 am
killerwaves) wrote in guiltrip2023-06-03 11:39 am
WEEK 3; TRIAL
TRIAL
Like last week, the kitty bots herd everyone over to the sandbar once the time for investigation has concluded. At the least, this little piece of your personal hells has emerged unscathed in all the wreckage. Unlike last week, Overhaul and Shigaraki are already there waiting for you, the former looking about as grouchy as a mask can get and the latter looking pretty amused.
Off to the side in a booth of its own is the body as well as attendant kittybots; apparently it’s messy enough this time to require some clearance, but it’s still close enough for the admins to oversee.
This murder sure was something, even for your masterminds. Theorize and/or judge about who could have done such a thing and get a snack from your local kitty bots if you get hungry—the theme is italian today, with pizza, mozzarella sticks, stuffed meatballs and the like. (( OOC: Welcome to your second trial! You'll have 7 hours (8PM EST/5PM PST) to find the killer and send them off their death, if you believe in justice at least. Since this is scapegoat style, finding the correct killer is not mandatory!
Please remember to vote before then unless you've spoken to a mod, as votes are our stand-in for AC. ))
3/??? cw gore and death
So long as he continues to live, someone like himself can never know happiness. He owes Vergilius his thanks for pounding that lesson into his heart, but for now, it's Beelzebub he has to thank.]
...Merci, petit chien.
[It doesn't take Lobelia long at all to bleed out, his death rattling in his throat as he crumples to the ground. Try a Snickers next time, Beel.]
4/???
5/???
6/??? CW: GORE, BODY HORROR
Beelzebub freezes in place and pitches forward with a bubbling, choking mix of a roar and a scream, followed by the snap of his neck.... and several other bones. And more, and more, as the curve of his overturned back bulges outward, the insectoid wings underneath seizing.
One would think a new pair of wings were about to burst free, were his abdomen not to suddenly give out like a paper bag underneath him, foreign leathered heels hitting the ground as Beelzebub's body starts to go limp. The space below the nape of his neck follows suit with a deafening series of cracks and the ripping of cloth, the line of his spine and space between his wings splitting away like a zipper being forced to pop open.
It's a grotesque moment, only a few seconds, that now frames the very familiar form of a figure that stands up straight, tall, still ankle-deep in the middle of Beelzebub's still body.]
7/??? cw: gore, death, body horror, everyone put your refreshers down
Staggering out of Beelzebub's remnants, pitched forward with his hands on his knees, Lobelia addresses something yet unseen. The blood red pendant around his neck begins to glow brightly, an ominous black fog spooling forth from the gem. Amusement spills from his lips, but his laughter is cut short by rasps and coughs.]
Heh-ahahaha! Très bien! What anger, such hunger for destruction... Ah, that's right. This is your doing, non...?
[That something appears once more before the crowd: The teeny tiny Tower. When it emerges, it chooses to park its miniscule self right on top of Shigaraki's head. Best seat in the house, clearly. With its attention focused on Lobelia, it slowly raises its arm, upturning its palm, and as it does, Lobelia wryly smiles.]
Ahaha... I can see it now, Tower. Why no pactbearers appeared to you for so long... Rather, they no sooner appeared than disappeared.
[Lobelia's words don't sway the colossus, and it cares not to let his soliloquy drag on. It's sudden and violent, Lobelia's body bursting open in explosive fashion, skin and muscle and bone ruptured and blown to pieces. His death is instant, what remains of him scattered all over the ground and entirely unrecognizable.
Reversing the hands of time, the colossys forms a tight fist, dazzling white light consuming the surroundings. When the light clears, Lobelia is back, staggering upright and gasping for air. This time, the look of shock on his face gives way to amusement even sooner.]
Ah, that's- right— Should the Tower's pactbearer fail to destroy a target even once... Then every ounce of destruction they've ever wrought will be meted out onto them. That was Papa's destruction... next is—
[That's all Lobelia manages before The Tower exacts punishment upon him again, destroying him in the same manner he'd destroyed his own mother as a boy. This time, he's given enough time to let out an excruciating, agonized scream, each of his limbs crushed little by little from the outside in, the pain so great that it rends Lobelia's throat and silences him.
Eventually, he cedes to this death too, only to be brought back again, again, again. Lobelia has killed thousands in his short life, and if The Tower is allowed to go on unimpeded, it will treat him to every last one of those deaths.]
8/?????
They're not carrying pizza, but Beelzebub's remains, snuck out from under the constant blast of Lobelia getting Tower-thumped again and again and again. Who wants to get near that?
Not Overhaul, for one, though he's moving out to meet the kittybots at more than a leisurely pace this time. One hand, stripped of its glove, reaches out and rests on one of rare non-gore spattered parts of the remains.]
What did I say? I hate mess, and that's all you're showing me here, Lobelia.
[Gradually at first, and then all at once for those who are able to look away from the spectacle of the hour, the pieces of Beelzebub start reconstructing themselves. Unceremoniously in comparison to how they were torn apart, they knit themselves back together, until the kittybots are holding a whole demon once more.
Overhaul shakes his head, puts his glove back on, and leaves the last words he'll speak to Lobelia before he starts back up the amphitheater.]
It was a show, though, I'll give you that.
done
There's a glance at Overhaul and everything that's going on, his red eyes particularly bright. He turns back to the cycle of death and rebirth after a beat. ]
I don't mind mess, but I'm not here to grind somethin like this out. This just reminds me of that guy, so 'nough showboating. [ It'd be so easy for him to activate his quirk, but instead he closes his fist with enough force to completely shatter the tower into pieces.
As fate would have it (can you call any of this fate or is it just paying the reaper in so many ways?), the moment the tower shatters is square in the middle of one of the respawn cycles. With how all his past victims have fallen, it's definitely not a pretty death, and some degree of gruesome, but at least this one is final.
Lobelia is dead. ]
That's that. [ Overhaul gets another look, this being the most they've considered each other up until this point. Bonding. ]
You got the rest, right?
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It's the last thing he'd want to see and the last thing she wants to show. But even as veteran of two wars, as one who has seen so much and shouldered so much guilt, Lacus is still just a girl of only 19.
There is only so much she can take. ]
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but he'll still support her, and quietly kneel down next to her to put an arm around her shoulders. ]
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But as it is, she can barely breathe through her sobs, so she presses her face into Zelkov's shoulder and clings to him tightly. It'll take a few minutes after the group starts dispersing until she's ready to stand up. ]
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So when she drops to her knees, sobbing, it just feels natural for him to reach out to rest his flesh and blood hand gently on one shoulder in a silent show of support.]
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The sound of her knees hitting the sand makes Shigaraki pause in his steps, and he spares her a glance. Zelkov is already at her side and Shuda isn't far behind, so it's only a moment before he's moving again.
But maybe it's enough for her to feel his eyes on her regardless, and should she look up his expression is perhaps curiously, impassive. ]
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He sees this, and he'll remember.]
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[ Some time during all this, Moravia takes point, watching everything unfold with a twinkle in her eye and a light smile on her lips. If it weren't for the gruesomeness of the scene, perhaps someone could describe the glint in her eyes as a girl enraptured by the sight of love. ]
I can't say I expected otherwise, but I really don't understand it.
[ Her smile doesn't drop despite all of this, but when her expression never changes, doesn't it feel more like a plastered-on mask than something truly euphoric? ]
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That makes two of us. [ ...probably more than that, but as if he considers the feelings of most people. ]
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Maybe the world will end before we can.
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Let's do our best.
Re: done
If it were anybody else, maybe he’d think it was excessive. But for Lobelia? It feels right: give him the pleasure he wants until there’s no pleasure left in it. Gorge him on his desserts until he chokes on them and all that’s left is pain. It’s no more than what someone like Lobelia deserves.
And since Beel turns out to be fine, Billy doesn’t feel any guilt about the small smile of satisfaction that hits his face.
If only this kind of justice existed everywhere. If only all supes could die with this kind of karma.]
CW: trauma, PTSD, implied gore, CotL spoilers
A thousand deaths. Over, and over, and over.
Between this and the heart, the former bishop of plague is reminded of his own horrible fate... Or what it was before that Lamb came back to... ]
. . .
[ Kallamar is shivering, frozen in fear. It's a good thing he's nowhere near the action, because he is too horrified to even move. ]