#tag: Trial by Ice

[aries-rp-corner]

Deep within her slumber, memories surfaced within Dimah’s mind. A familiar soft voice echoed as her memory cleared… It was Mira! Having a very concerning expression on her face…

“Are you certain that you and Sage wish to do this? We can’t afford anymore risks… we finally found what we were looking for.” Mira spoke worriedly, causing Dimah to sprout up with confidence.

“Heck yeah we got this! If I have to, I’ll do it all by myself!” The girl smiled big, while Sage rolled her eyes. “Besides, I want to at least give something to this Ghetsis guy! A mark will at least do!”

Mira looked hesitant at first, but caved in upon seeing the Commander’s confidence… reminding her so much of Kane’s when he first started out. “Oh… all right… but please be very careful! I don’t want anything happening to you…”

“Pssh! I’ll be fine! I can do this! You don’t have to look out for me that much now! C’mon Sage! We got work to do!” Dimah cheerfully spoke, as she and her fellow commander began their mission… but before leaving, Dimah looked back to Mira one last time as she gave a big smile, and Mira retuning her’s back… but that’s when the rest of her memories rushed back. The attack, the attempted escape… and… Strings?… She remembered being coiled by them, as they were squeezing her will into submission while dragging Dimah herself into the cold Abyss…

“Gah!!” The woman awoke in a panic while gasping and coughing for air. Believing she had crashed into cold water… thankfully it was a dream… unfortunately she slowly began to feel an familiar cold atmosphere. Trying to open her eyes at first was agony, due to feeling her head pounding with pain. “Ouch… What ever that jerk did… does it really have to hurt my head?… Ow..” She carefully opened her eyes to see a pale light hitting her, combined with shadows…

“WHA-?!” Dimah gasped as she rolled to her knees, and thanks to her surprised adrenaline she is able to view her situation…

“Oh… Ooh… Shoot…” She nervously and angrily exhaled, studding her new environment to figure out how to escape again. Looking down to see her protective armor chest piece and power gauntlets are gone. Without her chest piece, her remaining armor won’t last that long without a power source. “Of course they’ll take those away… but… Where are my…?” Dimah noticed her Pokémon team were gone as well, even her Murkrow. It honestly struck her the hardest, but there was no time for that for now she has to plan her escape. Hopefully after she gets out, she’ll find her missing armor and get her Pokémon back…

Carefully getting up as she looked around to see if there was anyone in the room with her, while she steadily began to dig into her inner belt to get a pin out…“I know what will happen if that Guy or the Witch makes me talk… after that, I’ll be a popsicle or worse that’s for sure… my fate won’t end here…!” She quietly huffed as began to pick her bind, while having an earshot to whoever comes in or whoever is here…

[carmelide]

idk if someone said this to me or if it came to me in a dream but rhaegar is so schrödinger's dragon if you think abt it

[zaynes-left-chesticle]

You know what? Now that I know I'm not the only one, I kind of want to see how this poll pans out....

[aletheialed]

Right now, wine glass in hand and staring vacantly into the dark corners of the room in which he dwells - Barok can't help but think about his brother. To think about Klint during hard times, the man who he's always admired so much, has always come naturally to him - but it can't bring him any comfort now.

The truth is, Barok doesn't know what he should feel more betrayed about. The fact that the brother he'd wanted to emulate all his life was nothing but a killer, who's actions resulted in the ending and ruining of so many lives, including Barok's own? Or... is it that, until the very end, Klint was too afraid to share that horrible truth with him, even when that fear allowed him to be controlled into committing the most heinous acts imaginable?

It makes him want to laugh with a bitterness he hasn't felt in years. It makes him feel ill; desperate and angry and like a fraying rope about to snap. Perhaps it's sinful, and a sign of Barok's own weak character, that Klint's lack of trust in him might be what hurts the most. Had he thought Barok would break under the weight of the truth, and sought to protect him from that fate? What's worse is that Barok doesn't know how he would've reacted deep down. What's the scarier thought - that Barok would've turned away in despair and been unable to carry on just as his brother feared, or that he would stand with Klint, perhaps even turning a blind eye to his crimes...?

...There's no point in thinking about it now. But if he doesn't think about Klint, then there's no shortage of other things to take his place at the forefront of his mind. Such as the true identity of the Reaper, and how Barok had been complicit in his crimes for the longest time - allowing himself to be used and manipulated like a puppet on a string, even when he didn't see the full extent of it all.

His whole life, these past ten years in which he thought he'd endured so much, all for the sake of the people of London... what were they all for?

When he hears the knock on the door, it's tempting to ignore it entirely - he barely has the energy to stand, anyway. He doesn't know who it could possibly be, considering everything, but... in the end, he rises like a man possessed, and finds himself walking to open the door as if in a trance. What he sees when the door opens is the last thing he expects.

"Mr... Naruhodo...? You... pray tell, what are you doing here at this hour?"

@tenacquity ( starter! )

[anxiety-problem]

Hello tumblr do we fw periprune

(Periwinkle Cookie is my oc and is a subspecies of faerie. Her species lives in Crispia! Military school faerie my beloved)

[cyberneticlagomorph]

One second you're in the balcony, and the next you're on the stage covered in someone else's blood.

Vorpal hums in your hands, crimson snaking down her blade and settling into the deep grooves of her scrimshaw like the hands of a lover.

Your magic crackles and hisses like a wild animal, your teeth are bared, your ears back.

The paper judge just smiles at you with their black teeth, toying with a lock of their paper curl hair. They snap their fingers and something slams you to the ground.

You expect to see that strange third hand, but feel the metal tips of pen nips sink into your flesh instead.

"Thank you bailiff." Coos the paper judge, tapping their gavel for emphasis.

The bailiff is made of paper too, but paper you recognize.

Clouds of ink drift down around you like someone's dripping it into water, a huge white snout brushes against your ear. The voice that comes out of that snout is simultaneously not a voice at all but also somehow is. It's the rustle of paper, the grind of printers, the scratch of pens all smashed together into something that sounds like words. "Hello again little Prince." Growls the Bureaukrat.

It's a hulking thing, a living mountain made of paper and ink and red tape, with pen nibs for teeth and eyes made of important looking rubber stamps.

Something like a dragon, something like a demon. Something that most certainly should not exist

Ink curls from its mouth and nose, drifting downwards like blue-black smoke. The stamps of its eyes glisten with what you still hope is malice but know deep in your hearts is something altogether worse.

Boredom.

Up this close, you can see that ever scale on its hide is some highly important document, signed in triplicate, stamped, and folded into shape. Its tongue is a long forked bit of red tape that flutters when it speaks.

You're trembling, despite everything you're scared stiff of this overgrown pile of wasted time.

And you should be, for it rules Fairyland fiercer than any king, it stripped fairies of their teeth and tricks and taught them about taxes. It wrapped the world up in jargon and red tape and files and fine print so airtight nobody could breathe.

With one word, with one missing license or late fee, or toe put out of line the Bureaukrat could bring your life down around your ears and leave you with nothing.

Less than nothing.

It knows this as well as you know your own name and it delights in that terror.

The humans brought bureaucracy to Fairyland when they invaded, and as we all know bureaucracy is an invasive species that will choke out all that is good and fun in the world until there is nothing left but signatures and sign here's. But magic has a dense sense of humor, and paperwork is its own sort of magic, so all the files and forms and folders condensed and coalesced into the monster in front of you and decided to take over where the humans left off.

An avatar of Law as undeniable and unshakeable as can be.

Just like the paper person on the bench regarding you with pure schadenfreude, smiling the way animals smile.

A blatant show of aggression that humans often mistake for mirth.

"If you've got a problem with my sentencing," says the paper person, leaning over the bench with narrowed eyes and a smile so stretched their face is starting to split a little, "then state your case."

[nghtshroud]

He hasn't a clue as to what is happening; the Entity rarely threw a wrench into its timeless operation of torture and malicious intentions, so something new felt entirely like everything was wrong. He's counted the heads running around. Five had been strange in itself, but seeing now six and then a seventh survivor in one trial- no, there was definitely something going on.

It isn't until a scream races through the air and draws his curiosity, that a bigger picture begins to take shape. The vast area is not so hard to traverse when one did not have to try and hide their movements, his steps quickened in pace so he might discover the source of their terror that was not himself. An eighth survivor, held up by their throat and feet kicking uselessly in the air, with a knife shoved clean into their abdomen. A delicious kill to be certain but not by his hand. Another killer roams the trial and he is content to simply observe in the silence that surrounds @evilstalks .

This one is no stranger. Though they've never met face to face he has heard talk on the tongue of the poor souls they hunt, about who might yet be stalking their motions. The Shape is an interesting title, one he will decipher easier now, perhaps, that he has actually seen the guy. Silent as the grave even while taking a life he can commend the commitment to the quiet.

Having leaned himself up against the rotted wood of a tree, and plainly in view, Ghost Face is more than happy to simply observe until he is noticed.

[forgottnseccnd]

The generators hummed back to life, the burden on the primarch lifted. Motion detectors showed a new shuttle in the bay, filled with children of age to be selected for Astartes. A familiar person comes back to the primarch, this time with a new face behind him.

- @askthewanderer40k

Aurelius had been so used to powering the ship on his own that it took him by surprise when he awoke yet again with his limbs of auramite, carefully crafted for his giant form and mighty Terminator-esque Penance Armor ready for him to enter. His tired eyes drifted around, silently averting his gaze from the lights that had gotten far brighter than before-- he was too used to the emergency lights.

" My-- My Lord! Today is a wondrous day! Praise to the Omnissiah! " Nirisch piped up almost frantically-- yet his voice was filled with excitement. The techpriest practically flailed his arms-- which included his servo arm-- as he rushed to Aurelius's side in his old chambers. Without hesitation, Nirisch gripped at his hand and started to pull at him, leading him to his armor to help the Primarch be interred within. Of course-- this was something they both expected. Aurelius craved the return of his beloved Penance Armor no matter how much pain that would be caused, and Nirisch?... well, this had been his job before!

Nirisch had been practically scrambling around, rambling to Aurelius all as he carefully put him into his armor, the studs and connecting points digging into the Primarch's flesh, yet a sigh of relief was what had been heard instead of groans of pain. " I-- t-there are others that were chosen-- aspirants! And-- and the generators have finally been restored! "

... Aurelius hadn't processed it at first. " Ah. Good. Then we will be able to have power for the ship-- we will need to have a way to generate this power and have a constant source. Perhaps we could figure this out through the water supply...? That would be... "

" L-Lord Aurelius?... There are Astartes aspirants. "

THAT got his attention now. The Primarch SWIRLED on his heel, stumbling and having to frantically grasp at a part of the wall to keep himself upright, nearly booming in his shock as Nirisch rushed to carry to him his standard. " WHAT? "

" Yes! Yes, I know! " Nirisch beamed to him, letting his eye close as Aurelius took his standard and forced the doors to his chambers open, now practically rushing down the steps to reach the docking sector, having to quickly suck in a few deep breaths to hide his genuine excitement.

... And of course, he saw that familiar face when they approached one another at the docking sector-- but his eyes flicked to the newer person behind him.

" Rogue Trader. " With Aurelius's tone, it sounded like the Primarch held the utmost respect for Sentura. He bowed his head slightly.

" ... Your arrival is most appreciated. Who is this, if I may ask? "

[a-really-cool-blog-name]

Brain freezes are kind of just like headaches but without the commitment.

[mittenlady]

thinkin about klavquill

(the audience boos)

[ghost--king]

Another day, another job for Hades. Exhaustion dragged at him (when had he last slept?), and he didn’t particularly want to be there, among other demigods who would rather have him gone, but. The fact remained that, of his very limited options, Camp was still safer than just about anywhere else. If he were lucky, he could crash for a few hours, and then be gone again before anyone noticed. …Of course, that assumed Tyche took pity on him, for once — and Nico knew better than anyone how unlikely that was.

Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

[epitomees]

you’ve heard that melody before? (Makoto to Kotone)

HADESTOWN.

"....yes? And...no. Or...maybe is better. I'm not too sure." It was a familiar tone, yet its melancholic air brought about no joyous memories, nor did it jog any recognizable images. The car accident screwed up several of her cognitive abilities and functions, as well as her physical state. Those never went away. Phantom pains came and went, every day. She grew used to the sensation at this point, never minding the sudden aching across her back or around her shoulder. It was normal for Kotone.

As it was common to find it challenging when she attempted to recall previous memories of her childhood, along with the time leading up to her extended hospitalization. "Maybe it was from mom? She used to hum little tunes to try and calm me down when I got scared..." How did Makoto know it though?

"...sometimes I heard a voice whistling to me while I was in the hospital, too. I always chalked it up to me going in and out of dreaming though." She sat up, remaining on the floor and handing Makoto the spare headphone. "...do you think it was him? Do you think it was his way to let us know he was there?"

[astrcthesiai-archived]

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[abyssfate]

❝ You’re here! I was beginning to think you weren’t going to make it! ❞ - Sheogorath

❛[ DAEDRIC QUESTS SENTENCE STARTERS ≻ accepting

`WATERS DARKENED AND CORRUPTED LIKE PURE ESSENCE OF UNTOUCHED DEPTHS. Fountain head sputtering and choking on what WASN'T MEANT TO HOUSE MORE THAN THIN FLUID (THE STREAM BECOMING TACKY AND MUCILAGINOUS). Wiry tendril formed from what once flowed, slithering around the stones texture from which seemed to house it. The pool below it PITCH with fractals of emerald cascading along edges // MORE TENTACLES PEELING AND RESTING ALONG THE CENTER-PIECES EDGE. The eyes of the Great Watcher opened as the dull thrum and spatter came from this approximation of Mora upon realm.   “&– - I come as I often do... to observe. And I would not miss the opportunity to. I see the group of mortals that have come with intention to pass the test is.... larger than the usual which has come in this version of timelines current duration.”

`SOMETIMES THE DEMON OF KNOWLEDGE COULD ENJOY... BASER THINGS. Certainly, knowledge could be gained // FROM ANYTHING, IF MIND WAS KEEN // but he was not free of simple enjoyments of the trials and tribulations of mortal kind. (HIS DENOMINATION AS A TRICKSTER AMONG SOME CIRCLES HAD NOT BEEN WITHOUT REASON, MIND YOU). If Hermaeus Mora had a mouth apparent to the eye, perhaps writ upon it would be the faintest of amusement-- - but alas, it did ever so slightly STAIN that tone of theirs that flowed like the current.   “&– - How... mmm.... unfortunate that I did not see in the Tides it written any of these would pass through your madhouse into my library..... such a sad display of a conglomerate.” He didn't need live bodies in Apocrypha to get what was desired // IF A SOUL WAS WANTED, THEN HERMAEUS MORA WOULD WEAVE THE STRINGS TO SEE THEM ON THE PATH (BUT THOSE THAT FORGED THEIR OWN WOULD BE REQUIRED TO MEET TRIALS THAT... FATE HAD IN PLACE). Stray limb slithered up to one of the... individuals that had failed, wrapping around face slowly and ENOUGH OF IT VISABLE for the sight of mortals eyes rolling to back of head // BLACK SPOTS BLOSSOMING ON THE WHITES OF EYES.   “&– - And of course I will wretch from them what I desire.... and send them further into your clutches when their.... necessary knowledge and memories are written into my books. Leaving their minds ever so.... malleable.....broken in even, perhaps?” // @goresugars

[starboundsingularities]

the jurist system seems really cool i hope they keep using it :-)

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🌈 lawsbian Follow

hey girl. am i a suspect. because you can "court" me any time

🧊 just--ice Follow

try.

🌈 lawsbian Follow

hey girl. am i a suspect. because you can "try" me any time

🌈 lawsbian Follow

hey girl. are you a lawyer. because you can "try" to "court" me any time

🌈 lawsbian Follow

hey girl. am i on trial.

🌈 lawsbian Follow

i'm determined to make this work btw

🌈 lawsbian Follow

hey girl. law

🔪 violencekilling Follow

hey girl. are you a murderer. because ow ough ouch agh stop stabbing me

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🌟 rockliker270 Follow

guys watch out hes gonna shelly de kill you

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🎀 copiicat Follow

they called me to the witness stand and the defense attorney just shouted "BOOOOOO WE HATE YOUR PUSSY"

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🧇 edible-evidence Follow

look if i was on trial and the guy prosecuting me started advertising his music i'd just plead guilty. avoid the embarrassment of getting put in prison by a guy who basically used the trial to say "this blew up btw here's my soundcloud"

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💞 lawveyourself Follow

didnt miles edgeworth defend someone in a case once

⛲ fountainoftruth Follow

do you know the difference between a prosecutor and a defense attorney

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💟 longingforyou Follow

being rivals isn't enough i need to kiss you

💟 longingforyou Follow

who the fuck is evil magistrate

💟 longingforyou Follow

STOP TAGGING THIS WITH LAWYERS?????

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🐈 nyattorney Follow

they hired a guy to stand in court and shout "GET A ROOM YOU TWO" whenever the lawyers start getting a little too homoerotic

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💥 courtroomchaos Follow

your honor i know all the evidence points to my client being guilty. but come on you have to admit he kinda ate right

💼 courtofwaw Follow

mia fey when they had phoenix wright on trial

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🔍 thuthseeker Follow

ok hot take but i feel like these lawyers should maybe not be allowed to drag literal children to court with them?? how many people have gotten genuinely actually fucking SHOT in court and they're just ok bringing fucking 8 year olds in?

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happy almost christmas to all who celebrate

💫 dizzydreamers124 Follow

it's march

🎄 holidazed Follow

happy almost christmas :)

😈 knownjaywalker Follow

WHO is putting this on my dash

👁️ cymorgue Follow

STOP POSTING THIS. IT IS JUNE.

🐼 pandastar91 Follow

ITS ALMOST CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!

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💽 platinumcourtrecord Follow

evil gavinners be like. innocent hate. this is a nothing post

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🥚 eggvidenced Follow

STOP asking me about the dl-6 post idc idc look even phoenix wright forged evidence once shut up

📕 lexculpatory Follow

he didn't forge the evidence, though. it was kristoph gavin who ordered the forgery. this was covered in the trial of vera misham. if you're going to try to compare yourself to well known figures, you could at least check the veracity of your claims.

🥚 eggvidenced Follow

yeah well. he might have. on a different case or something.

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🃏 thecourtjester Follow

i tried to take the bar exam but they didnt let me because i wasnt cunty and traumatized enough

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🦀 mad_libz_87 Follow

when will global studios realize that i do not WANT another shitty steel samurai spinoff i just want the original show back

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she present on my evidence til i reach a verdict

⚖️ courtofpublicopinions Follow

WRONG BLOLG. DON'T REBLOG THIS. DELETE POST DELETE POST DELETE POST I SWEAR WE'RE PROFESSIONALS HERE

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👑 courtroyals Follow

"we need more great prosecutors" you guys couldn't even handle manfred von karma

🧊 just--ice Follow

didn't he kill someone?

👑 courtroyals Follow

irrelevant. you guys couldn't handle him.

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law: i'm so law

lawyer, who needs to one up everyone no matter what: i'm more law than you

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hi

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you've got to be fucking kidding me

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why is it always murders with lawblr. why don't we ever talk about divorce or something

[cyberneticlagomorph]

The darkness of the theater is a blessing.

It soothes the growing ache in your skull, the distant scratching of a migraine becoming less insistent as you find a darkened corner to hide in, your head between your knees, breath as shaky as your hands.

"Rough day?" Says a voice that Isn't a voice, it's a purr, a meow, a growl and something deeply deeply ancient all at once.

You look up and catch sight of a tall figure with a black cat's head and deeply purple eyes, the figure smiles at you, their shape bleeding at the edges like ink on wet paper, their horrible bouquet of tentacle tails wriggling with what you assume is amusement.

"...did they invite you too Nyarl?"

Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos, Stalker Among the Stars, God of a Thousand Forms smiles and laughs the way something that very much isn't human would, "Nah, but what are they gonna do about it? I heard they woke up old Anpu for this mess, so I had to tag along."

Nyarl offers you a wretched paw-hand-thing and hauls you to your feet with practiced ease. They dust you off and look you in the eyes, holding your head steady so you can't pull away. It feels like Nyarl is digging their bare dirty fingers into your open skull and guts simultaneously for what has to be the longest second of your life before the headache and queasy feelings vanish entirely. Nyarl smacks their lips and sighs the way one might after a refreshing drink.

"There now, can't have you passing out on me before this whole thing gets to the good part." Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos, Stalker Among the Stars, God of a Thousand Forms pats you very firmly on the shoulder the way dads always firmly pat large dogs, as if testing their structural integrity. "You know how to Call me if you need me, yes?"

You nod weakly, suddenly standing in a comfy balcony seat high above the rest of the theater, looking down at the stage swaddled in darkness and bloody red velvet curtains.

Your family is there, seated and similarly confused, some of them are holding snacks and drinks from the concession stand out front and seem vaguely disgusted by it.

Zeb is gone.

Your hearts drop.

Nyarlathotep's paw squeezes your shoulder with a gentleness you did think they could manage. "All the players must take their places before the show can start, you know how this goes."

You don't relax, but you let the Old One guide you into a seat between two of your spouses without a word. Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos, Stalker Among the Stars, God of a Thousand Forms bows very deeply and take their leave, melting into the shadows until there's no sign they were ever here at all.

A hush swallows the crowd beneath you, spotlights blaze to burning life. Someone chucks the carcass of a large animal into the orchestra pit and the musicians leap forward to feast on it, their starving growls sounding like the plaintive whining of instruments being tuned to perfection.

The curtains shudder like leaves in the breeze and slowly start to part.