[ said lightly, but there's a hint of bitterness that runs underneath. between the tattoos and now this, he's really beginning to dislike this whole game (even moreso than before). ]
Though I'm sorry to have seen what I assume is one of yours. Assuming that was one of yours. [ that will not stop him from asking questions though ]
It's not as though any of us have any control over what this place likes to do.
[ terrible! and yet he's learned to make his peace with it, as he has with most things in his life. (auditors, when he gets you guys....) he's quiet a few moments, looking at aventurine. ]
It seems as though you didn't have much control over what happened to you back then either.
Ah, yes. No one really expects to be carted away into slavery, do they?
[ A casual shrug of his shoulders. Sometimes it be that way. ]
Not to worry. I earned a small fortune, killed the man who was formerly my master, and made a bit of a name for myself. All in the past, and this way... [ winks at Wriothesley ;) ] I'm thwarting any of my other memories currently waiting in the wings from gaining the upperhand.
Very efficient of you. [ with both the recounting as well as the vengeance. we love a good revenge arc in this house. ] But somehow I don't think that's how it works.
[ there are too many HOLES in your story, aventurine ]
I'm sure you've been through much more than just that.
haha just kidding!!!!!! it seems like someone here has a sense of humor beccause it's at that moment another gust of wind strikes up, whirling around them both and promptly depositing them into....
...a courtroom! though it looks more like an opera house than anything, rows of plush red seats lined from the edge of the stage all the way to the back of the expansive chamber. and each one of them is filled that day, various men and women all seated and murmuring to both themselves and their seatmates. standing out from the crowd are three people - a somber man in jester judge's robes seated in the centermost chair above the odd scale-like structure, a bored looking woman in one of the private side boxes, and of course the boy in the middle of the stage, hands cuffed before him and bandages still covering his cheek and neck and arms.
the odd tufts of hair probably look familiar but if those aren't enough of a giveaway then surely the words of the judge are, his voice ringing out through the courtroom and silencing the crowd almost immediately as he calls the court to session for the trial of wriothesley, accused of the murder of his foster parents. for someone so young, accused of something so heinous, one would expect more fear or anger or resentment. but there's only clarity in his eyes as he recounts his actions the night of the killings, sparing no detail as to precisely what he'd done. the lawyers go back and forth as does the audience, their murmurs only growing louder and more shocked.
but in the end, it's the judge who once again calls them to order after a long bout of silence and a strange fiddling of the contraption in front of him. another tap of his cane, another echo of his voice through the courtroom.
"According to the judgement of the Oratrice Mecanique D'Analyse Cardinale, Mr. Wriothesley is hereby declared guilty, and sentenced to ██ years in prison."
[ There's a stretch of silence once the memory ends, and Aventurine's expression betrays his confusion. He'd met the younger version of Wriothesley, after all, and nothing about the child seemed very murderous. ]
[ wriothesley doesn't answer directly, folding his arms across his chest and turning his gaze towards the entrance of the (throws dart) corn and peas cafe. ]
Slavery takes a lot of different forms. Some are obvious, others less so.
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... Yes. [ Shakes his head to clear his brainfog. ] Your private memories will no longer be your own for a week.
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[ said lightly, but there's a hint of bitterness that runs underneath. between the tattoos and now this, he's really beginning to dislike this whole game (even moreso than before). ]
Though I'm sorry to have seen what I assume is one of yours. Assuming that was one of yours. [ that will not stop him from asking questions though ]
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[ It's awkward, but at least he's being chill about it? ]
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[ terrible! and yet he's learned to make his peace with it, as he has with most things in his life. (auditors, when he gets you guys....) he's quiet a few moments, looking at aventurine. ]
It seems as though you didn't have much control over what happened to you back then either.
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[ A casual shrug of his shoulders. Sometimes it be that way. ]
Not to worry. I earned a small fortune, killed the man who was formerly my master, and made a bit of a name for myself. All in the past, and this way... [ winks at Wriothesley ;) ] I'm thwarting any of my other memories currently waiting in the wings from gaining the upperhand.
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[ there are too many HOLES in your story, aventurine ]
I'm sure you've been through much more than just that.
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[ GIMME MEMS ]
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haha just kidding!!!!!! it seems like someone here has a sense of humor beccause it's at that moment another gust of wind strikes up, whirling around them both and promptly depositing them into....
...a courtroom! though it looks more like an opera house than anything, rows of plush red seats lined from the edge of the stage all the way to the back of the expansive chamber. and each one of them is filled that day, various men and women all seated and murmuring to both themselves and their seatmates. standing out from the crowd are three people - a somber man in
jesterjudge's robes seated in the centermost chair above the odd scale-like structure, a bored looking woman in one of the private side boxes, and of course the boy in the middle of the stage, hands cuffed before him and bandages still covering his cheek and neck and arms.the odd tufts of hair probably look familiar but if those aren't enough of a giveaway then surely the words of the judge are, his voice ringing out through the courtroom and silencing the crowd almost immediately as he calls the court to session for the trial of wriothesley, accused of the murder of his foster parents. for someone so young, accused of something so heinous, one would expect more fear or anger or resentment. but there's only clarity in his eyes as he recounts his actions the night of the killings, sparing no detail as to precisely what he'd done. the lawyers go back and forth as does the audience, their murmurs only growing louder and more shocked.
but in the end, it's the judge who once again calls them to order after a long bout of silence and a strange fiddling of the contraption in front of him. another tap of his cane, another echo of his voice through the courtroom.
"According to the judgement of the Oratrice Mecanique D'Analyse Cardinale, Mr. Wriothesley is hereby declared guilty, and sentenced to ██ years in prison."
....end scene. ]
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... Did you really kill them?
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Slavery takes a lot of different forms. Some are obvious, others less so.
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You mentioned your siblings that you never saw again once they left home.
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I didn't. I imagine it would have aroused too much suspicion if they'd stuck around the area.
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[ A conclusion that he draws for himself, though his next question has his attention returned to Wriothesley. ]
Some would argue that killing them was an extreme measure.
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That's certainly what the courts did. Does it bother you?
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[ Said so flippantly. ]
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[ he can take a guess, but he'd rather hear it directly from aventurine. ]
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[ There you have it. ]
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Sorry to hear that. [ a slight pause, thoughtful. ] What's your dream now then, now that you're all grown up?
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You might find it silly.
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I think that's an admirable goal. And I think if it's something you really want to achieve, you'll be able to make it happen.
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[ NO ONE IS BULLYING HIM? WEIRD. ]
And what about you? What's your dream?
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Mine's quite a big loftier than yours. I doubt I'll be able to achieve it fully, honestly.
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[ THAT'S SO NICE OF A MANAGER? ]
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[ where's his world's best manager mug ]
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[ we have to retire this thread it's from w3 ]
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[ can't believe you won't backtag forever but ok goodbye ]
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[ MY INBOX IS A FUCKING MESS!!!!!! ]
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anyway he's just going to assume aventurine and nehan adopted a bunch of kids and started a family, goodbye for real now ]
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