#post-trial

[carcinogenicscars]

We could be a force, you and I ❤️‍🩹

[rogueslove]

X-Men Unlimited #18

[bounnostra]

post-trial 3 | the truth of the heaviside layer.

...When the image fades -- for you realize, now, you had been watching through an illusion; unable to look away, a bird’s eye view on BOOTS -- or rather, Rita -- until their final moments....

...your eyes incapable of seeing  the people around you, almost as if trapped in a VR headseat--

....

Perhaps, when you finally come to your senses and see truly again, you think you’ll see her.  Sitting in her chair, maybe a little bit worse for wear -- but IVEY, PIP, TIME -- none of them had ever--

....

But her chair remains empty.

There’s a long lull, as GAMBIT ruffles his feathers -- no one is speaking, nothing is moving -- it’s as if you can’t, really--

Until--

You hear a clattering noise -- like the noise of a trap door --

And--

From the ceiling comes--

Hanging from a chain--

Their mangled, destroyed body--

Ripped to shreds and bleeding all over their chair--

The chair they’re roped over -- much too close to IVEY -- directly in your field of vision.

The stench of death pervades.

And it seems, once again, that Gambit has returned your comrade to their seat.

[shslpsychicmedium]

keiko had to kei-go | RMS | Open

As soon as the trial ended with the gruesome execution of the SHSL Chainsaw Performer (that Raeleigh hadn’t even bothered to watch anyways due to the fact that he was already incredibly ill as it was), the students had received ‘gifts’- A keychain and 2 monocoins.

Immediately, Raeleigh had snatched up the items taking his leave first ahead of all the others- he absolutely would not have a panic attack in front of all of those students. He absolutely refused to. In fact, he would much rather die than have anything like that happen in front of so many others. It sounded positively dreadful. 

Upon scrambling out of the trial room Raeleigh found himself fleeing like a dog with a tail between its legs and he did not stop until he had entered a place he hadn’t gone yet, and was certain that no one else would be here for quite some time as well. It was the Movie Theater, and he paid no heed for whatever happened to be playing this week. He simply entered one of the rooms and quickly seated himself in one of the back rows of the room. Taking in a deep, shaky breath Raeleigh threw the hood of his jacket over his head before bringing his knees up to his chest clutching them tightly as he put his head in the middle of them. 

A single desperate thought repeated like a chant in his head simply stating two words over and over again- Calm down. Of course, naturally, that wasn’t working as the boy had let out a choked up sob before drawing in a quick breath. This... He really hated this.

[techpriestess]

Dissolution

The trial left her feeling hollow, but the nail in the coffin was crossing paths with Clyde and Kara. Her sister didn’t recognize her when they met in the spaceport, and their visit did not last even half as long as she had originally planned- it made her nauseous to see the ring on her finger or to hear about her relationship with her husband.

Back on the Caliburn, Rebeckah stared at the little jewelry box she had made for the little trinkets Radcliffe had given her over the years. There were few flowers preserved in glycerine from the first bouquet he brought her; she had carefully recovered them after he tossed them away. The Vornian token she had been given when Radcliffe ordered new ones for his Regiment sat on top of a set of ticket stubs she’d saved from their trip to the theater. She had deleted all the pictures, videos and letters he had sent her from her personal servers after placing copies on the little datachit that now sat in one corner of the box. A pair of earrings shaped like his rosette sat next to a silver chain on which her engagement ring hung. Now the Warhawk token took its place among the items that were a testament to what a monster she’d now become.

She closed the lid with a sharp snap, wondering for a moment if she should jettison the mocking thing into the nearest star. A part of her wanted to be jettisoned too. Perhaps the Rite was not so crazy after all. She caught sight of herself in the vanity mirror as she moved to get up, morbidly amused at what she saw. Her short hair framed her drawn face, the wires and studs around her eyes protruding like angry welts. Dark circles made her eyes look even darker in the shadow of her deep hood. How appropriate to look like the Mechanicus I am.

Her personal quarters felt too big for her. She’d chosen this set up so her then-fiancee would have room to make himself at home, but now the empty space in the closets and the side of the bed she never slept on only made her ill to look at. Things were starting to collect, like she was trying to fill the gap in her chest with the clutter around her.

Liar. Monster. Traitor. Whore. The words blinked on the screen of her dataslate, friends of the fallen Inquisitor occasionally letting her know what they thought of her betrayal. A smile flickered on her face; she had been much more creative in name calling when destroying herself, but sometimes simplicity was more effective. Sometimes it was their voice transmissions that played in her head when nightmares pulled her back to consciousness. Sometimes it was just the look on his face when they dragged him out of the courtroom and her own condemnation that put her into a cold sweat.

She poured herself another drink, ignoring the new transmission from her mentor for a little while longer, and watched the dying sun outside her viewport.

[orcmemes]

SONIA NEVERMIND: Tanaka-san will be forced to return from the pits of hell, and he will be very angry with us ...

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