🛎 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
guestservices) wrote2022-07-10 03:36 pm
guestservices) wrote2022-07-10 03:36 pm
Entry tags:
[ he closes his eyes. the accusations are harsh, but it's not the first time he's heard them, and certainly won't be the last. whatever emotion there was on his face bleeds out into something grim. cold.
it doesn't even matter to him if estelle or diluc have to hear all this. it's all people believe of him, anyway. ]
...Guilty as charged.
it doesn't even matter to him if estelle or diluc have to hear all this. it's all people believe of him, anyway. ]
...Guilty as charged.
[Estelle turns to watch Sylvain with concern. She can't find her voice in time to interject, and only manages a weak:]
Sylvain...
[There's dread in her eyes when she looks back up at the statues.]
Sylvain...
[There's dread in her eyes when she looks back up at the statues.]
[the figure off to the side makes a derisive noise.] Really? Not even going to fight the charge. Very well.
[the statues, however - there's just a small nod, from one of them. the grit in the room shifts - and now estelle's mouth is free, though sylvain and diluc cannot speak well through the chewy cement gags.
... and then a voice speaks to estelle.]
Estellise Sidos Heurassein.
You have spent most of your life in luxury, fed with a silver spoon. You have lived idle and ignorant of the suffering around you, and even still, you wanted more. Your circumstances were leaps and bounds better than every man, woman, and child who lived in squalor and despair below you, and you still found the audacity to long for something different, though you made no steps to reach for it. And despite your inability to choose, you are stubborn to a fault, refusing to bend even if it would make those around you breathe easier.
Your sins are Sloth, Envy, and Pride. How do you plead?
[the statues, however - there's just a small nod, from one of them. the grit in the room shifts - and now estelle's mouth is free, though sylvain and diluc cannot speak well through the chewy cement gags.
... and then a voice speaks to estelle.]
Estellise Sidos Heurassein.
You have spent most of your life in luxury, fed with a silver spoon. You have lived idle and ignorant of the suffering around you, and even still, you wanted more. Your circumstances were leaps and bounds better than every man, woman, and child who lived in squalor and despair below you, and you still found the audacity to long for something different, though you made no steps to reach for it. And despite your inability to choose, you are stubborn to a fault, refusing to bend even if it would make those around you breathe easier.
Your sins are Sloth, Envy, and Pride. How do you plead?
Edited 2022-07-12 00:05 (UTC)
[ oh... these gags are awful. sylvain looks pissed, because he is. how dare they say those things about estelle? they have no right. ]
[It's hard, to hear some of the hateful things she's thought of herself articulated so plainly toward her. In an instant, some of the more abstract fears she's held in her mind have become something tangible. Something real and inescapable.
She hangs her head, and answers quietly.]
Guilty.
She hangs her head, and answers quietly.]
Guilty.
[the figure off to the side just laughs, this time.
and again - the gags shift. estelle and sylvain now are not allowed to speak plainly.]
Diluc Ragnvindr.
Ever have you been an angry man. The burning in your heart and the contrast of the the weakness of your mortal body led to the death of your father, his blood on your hands. Your grief led you to a path away from the law. Your fury and your ego have impeded justice, many times - the law itself cannot act because you have decided your judgement is superior to theirs. Who are you to decide who is good and who is evil? And furthermore... you have allowed for another to take your place, punished for a crime they did not commit.
Your sins are Wrath, Pride, and Despair. What do you plead?
and again - the gags shift. estelle and sylvain now are not allowed to speak plainly.]
Diluc Ragnvindr.
Ever have you been an angry man. The burning in your heart and the contrast of the the weakness of your mortal body led to the death of your father, his blood on your hands. Your grief led you to a path away from the law. Your fury and your ego have impeded justice, many times - the law itself cannot act because you have decided your judgement is superior to theirs. Who are you to decide who is good and who is evil? And furthermore... you have allowed for another to take your place, punished for a crime they did not commit.
Your sins are Wrath, Pride, and Despair. What do you plead?
[ this time, sylvain isn't half as indignant about the accusation. but there's definitely still a frown on his face, something conflicted in his expression. the last accusation may be true, but that had been the shadow's work, and not diluc's. (and yet...) ]
[Estelle lifts her gaze just enough to look at Diluc with worry. She shakes her head, eyes pleading.]
[ ah. he saw this coming. everything they say is true, there's no denying it, regardless of how long ago it all was...and that last part...he clenches his jaw, eyes closing for a moment as he collects his thoughts.
he's had conversations with others, during their time at the hotel, about the idea of vengeance and what kind of justice that'd bring...it's not his path, anymore. he's done his fair share of raging and tearing places/people apart. he's tired...so tired.
when his eyes open, they are set on the figure and his shoulders rolled back. sitting up as straight as he can manage in the restraints. ]
Guilty.
he's had conversations with others, during their time at the hotel, about the idea of vengeance and what kind of justice that'd bring...it's not his path, anymore. he's done his fair share of raging and tearing places/people apart. he's tired...so tired.
when his eyes open, they are set on the figure and his shoulders rolled back. sitting up as straight as he can manage in the restraints. ]
Guilty.
[or are they?
you open your eyes, the three of you. you're... standing in front of an elevator? a small, circular room with a few doors around on the walls, with an elevator in the middle. the temperature is perfect, here. and the place itself low-lit in fluorescent neon colors which shift and pulse over time, with a soft, reassuring humming sound under your feet. it looks familiar, if you went exploring the week before. it seems to be the station.
but you feel... weird. disoriented, weightless. when you open your eyes, the first thing you see is the floor, which is weird, because your hand should be blocking that view. but it isn't. with a start, you realize that you are see-through. perhaps you are... a spooky ghost?
oh, and you're wearing a sick set of red robes. hella.]
you open your eyes, the three of you. you're... standing in front of an elevator? a small, circular room with a few doors around on the walls, with an elevator in the middle. the temperature is perfect, here. and the place itself low-lit in fluorescent neon colors which shift and pulse over time, with a soft, reassuring humming sound under your feet. it looks familiar, if you went exploring the week before. it seems to be the station.
but you feel... weird. disoriented, weightless. when you open your eyes, the first thing you see is the floor, which is weird, because your hand should be blocking that view. but it isn't. with a start, you realize that you are see-through. perhaps you are... a spooky ghost?
oh, and you're wearing a sick set of red robes. hella.]
[the statue that spoke to diluc nods.
and then there is silence, for a moment, as the figure in the veil watches them. there is silence, and then there is not silence. there is a cacophonous chorus of whispers, in all four of the justices's voices. you can't make out what they're saying, but the voices... they sound familiar. people you love, people you have failed to save, people swallowed up by the dirt - they are judging you. they are disgusted. guilty, guilty, guilty. and there was not even a defense against it. you know. you know that you are worthless. you feel it.]
Sylvain Jose Gautier, Estellise Sidos Heurassein, and Diluc Ragnvindr, our providence has witnessed your past deeds and found you wanting.
[and the sky changes again, and it grows dark. it’s not the pale grey any longer - it is like the darkest night has suddenly descended. the few sort of wispy clouds in the sky come together to form this wild spiral shape immediately overhead, and those four stone statues, they lean way down now, and they bring their stone-wrought, motionless faces into view. they look directly at you. and one speaks, once more.]
The three of you will fall short of glories. So it is known and so it has always been known. Our judgement is decided.
[and then? you can't breathe. the grit forms into stone, and it fills your mouth, and throat, and lungs, and you know, with a certain sort of horror, that you yourself are drowning in concrete. you are becoming stone, your hands and feet going numb, your eyesight fading and your hearing a tinny, horrible ringing until...
there is nothing. sylvain, estelle, and diluc are dead.
...]
and then there is silence, for a moment, as the figure in the veil watches them. there is silence, and then there is not silence. there is a cacophonous chorus of whispers, in all four of the justices's voices. you can't make out what they're saying, but the voices... they sound familiar. people you love, people you have failed to save, people swallowed up by the dirt - they are judging you. they are disgusted. guilty, guilty, guilty. and there was not even a defense against it. you know. you know that you are worthless. you feel it.]
Sylvain Jose Gautier, Estellise Sidos Heurassein, and Diluc Ragnvindr, our providence has witnessed your past deeds and found you wanting.
[and the sky changes again, and it grows dark. it’s not the pale grey any longer - it is like the darkest night has suddenly descended. the few sort of wispy clouds in the sky come together to form this wild spiral shape immediately overhead, and those four stone statues, they lean way down now, and they bring their stone-wrought, motionless faces into view. they look directly at you. and one speaks, once more.]
The three of you will fall short of glories. So it is known and so it has always been known. Our judgement is decided.
[and then? you can't breathe. the grit forms into stone, and it fills your mouth, and throat, and lungs, and you know, with a certain sort of horror, that you yourself are drowning in concrete. you are becoming stone, your hands and feet going numb, your eyesight fading and your hearing a tinny, horrible ringing until...
there is nothing. sylvain, estelle, and diluc are dead.
...]
[ oh. dying was... pretty awful. sylvain couldn't even manage a scream, and when he comes to he feels dizzy. like he's floating.
...he's floating? he can't seem to gather his thoughts enough to even be shocked. he's feeling entirely out of it, in mind and body. ]
Did we... die...?
Estelle, Diluc, are you okay...?
[ ALL THESE GHOSTS and not a single boo ]
...he's floating? he can't seem to gather his thoughts enough to even be shocked. he's feeling entirely out of it, in mind and body. ]
Did we... die...?
Estelle, Diluc, are you okay...?
[ ALL THESE GHOSTS and not a single boo ]
[She can only watch helplessly as death claims her companions... and herself.
...
Estelle comes to with a gasp. She lifts her hands to stare through them, then looks to the others.]
I... I think we're ghosts...!?
...
Estelle comes to with a gasp. She lifts her hands to stare through them, then looks to the others.]
I... I think we're ghosts...!?
[ his focus is on the two beside him, as they all drown, turning slowly to stone, until all they see is...nothing.
but then there is something, again, a location they're all familiar with. he blinks his eyes open, head hurting like hell, looking down at the ground through his hands?? hello??? and this weightless feeling...he looks at the other two, relief upon seeing them. ]
I very much hope that does not happen again...[ he's not a fan of dying and coming back and dying and coming back etc.
he looks around the room, is he able to discern what floor they are on or what the doors are??]
Ghosts in red robes. And we appear to be on the Station.
but then there is something, again, a location they're all familiar with. he blinks his eyes open, head hurting like hell, looking down at the ground through his hands?? hello??? and this weightless feeling...he looks at the other two, relief upon seeing them. ]
I very much hope that does not happen again...[ he's not a fan of dying and coming back and dying and coming back etc.
he looks around the room, is he able to discern what floor they are on or what the doors are??]
Ghosts in red robes. And we appear to be on the Station.
[as you sort of acclimate to the situation, you find you kind of know a little about what's happened to you. you died. you did do that. but that feels... familiar. maybe uncomfortably so. you know that like this, you can't really die again, and you shouldn't be able to take damage. as far as you know. you also know that you can possess things, and that you can walk through walls, if you want.
and as you're pondering this, you get this weird sense that something is watching you.
all three of you are on the base floor of the stations! the doors lead to the sleep bay, the kitchen, the rec room, the music room, simulations, the conference room, and the common room. the elevator also seems to be working.
estelle, though - you experience something a little different. for a second, you are not on the base floor, but somewhere else. it is small, and cold, and claustrophobic. the walls are covered in black velvet curtains, and you hate it here. you can't see, you can't hear, you can't feel - it's just you, and your thoughts, and you don't know how long you've been here but it's been a long time, it must've. every minute feels like a year, and just when you think your mind is going to break from the strain --
you're in the station again. everything is fine.
diluc and sylvain do not experience this, and to them, estelle seems fine, if see-through.]
and as you're pondering this, you get this weird sense that something is watching you.
all three of you are on the base floor of the stations! the doors lead to the sleep bay, the kitchen, the rec room, the music room, simulations, the conference room, and the common room. the elevator also seems to be working.
estelle, though - you experience something a little different. for a second, you are not on the base floor, but somewhere else. it is small, and cold, and claustrophobic. the walls are covered in black velvet curtains, and you hate it here. you can't see, you can't hear, you can't feel - it's just you, and your thoughts, and you don't know how long you've been here but it's been a long time, it must've. every minute feels like a year, and just when you think your mind is going to break from the strain --
you're in the station again. everything is fine.
diluc and sylvain do not experience this, and to them, estelle seems fine, if see-through.]
[ well. this is less than ideal, but sylvain supposes being ghostlike has the perks of invincibility. maybe.
(...this sounds like something someone told him about before, but the more he tries to reach for the memory, the more static it generates.) ]
Should we look for a way back to the hotel...?
[ does a part of this station lead back to the revolving doors...? ]
And is it just me, or do you get the feeling we're being watched?
(...this sounds like something someone told him about before, but the more he tries to reach for the memory, the more static it generates.) ]
Should we look for a way back to the hotel...?
[ does a part of this station lead back to the revolving doors...? ]
And is it just me, or do you get the feeling we're being watched?
[Estelle doesn't appear to hear Sylvain's words.
To the others, her body appears to suddenly go rigid, her eyes wide with terror. She looks shocked at her surroundings -- how long has it been since she was here? Diluc and Sylvain... how long did they wait for her?]
Wh... where was I just...
To the others, her body appears to suddenly go rigid, her eyes wide with terror. She looks shocked at her surroundings -- how long has it been since she was here? Diluc and Sylvain... how long did they wait for her?]
Wh... where was I just...
I know what you mean, it does feel as though we aren't the only ones here.
[ he's really hoping this means they can't die again, and knowing they can possess things and just phase through walls, that's pretty neat.
it's when he's looking at the elevator, that he hears estelle speak up, he turns to her, immediate concern. ]
Estelle, are you alright? You look like you've just seen something unpleasant.
[ he'll try to touch her shoulder, but i imagine his hand will just phase right through her. ]
[ he's really hoping this means they can't die again, and knowing they can possess things and just phase through walls, that's pretty neat.
it's when he's looking at the elevator, that he hears estelle speak up, he turns to her, immediate concern. ]
Estelle, are you alright? You look like you've just seen something unpleasant.
[ he'll try to touch her shoulder, but i imagine his hand will just phase right through her. ]
[yeah, his hand goes right through her. oopsies.
oh, and there's no doors that lead to the hotel. it seems like they're... actually on the station, maybe.
there's some rattling above them in the walls. it's probably fine.]
oh, and there's no doors that lead to the hotel. it seems like they're... actually on the station, maybe.
there's some rattling above them in the walls. it's probably fine.]
Edited 2022-07-12 04:01 (UTC)
Estelle...?
[ sylvain's attention is diverted by the noises coming from within the walls overhead. that's not ominous at all! he looks up, trying to figure out the source of the sound. ]
[ sylvain's attention is diverted by the noises coming from within the walls overhead. that's not ominous at all! he looks up, trying to figure out the source of the sound. ]
[She's disoriented, and seeing Diluc's hand pass right through her just sends another wave of confusion through her. She starts to regain her bearings, though, as her awareness of their surroundings starts to sink in.]
I... I was somewhere else. Some horrible, lonely place... it was familiar, too.
... Did we just get here?
I... I was somewhere else. Some horrible, lonely place... it was familiar, too.
... Did we just get here?
Familiar...?
[ he frowns at that. hateful. ]
This place will try to trick your mind...You've been with us this whole time, since we woke up here. And it hasn't been very long since we did.
[ oh those noises sure are spooky! he looks over to sylvain, then up at the wall. ]
Are those noises coming from within the walls?
[ he frowns at that. hateful. ]
This place will try to trick your mind...You've been with us this whole time, since we woke up here. And it hasn't been very long since we did.
[ oh those noises sure are spooky! he looks over to sylvain, then up at the wall. ]
Are those noises coming from within the walls?
[more rattling... it's starting to move away from them, actually. up.]
Page 2 of 7