LAST AFTERMATH

[thecomputer]

The results of the trial will now be revealed on your screens.

[The interface with the voting buttons vanishes, and is replaced with the following:]

Clay-B-PAR-1 voted for REACTIVATION
Curly-B-COM-1 didn’t vote
Dan-B-CIT-1 voted for REACTIVATION
Horace-B-CIT-1 voted for DESTRUCTION
Logan-B-CIT-1 voted for REACTIVATION
Mukuro-B-CIT-1 voted for REACTIVATION
Paul-B-CIT-1 voted for REACTIVATION
Phi-B-CIT-1 voted for REACTIVATION
Rin-B-CIT-1 voted for REACTIVATION
Robin-B-INH-1 voted for REACTIVATION
Yomiel-B-LOY-1 voted for DESTRUCTION

Total:
REACTIVATION (8)
DESTRUCTION (2)

[At the end of the catwalk, nine of the pods fly upwards into lord knows where. The other eleven open. Looks like you get what you wanted - a way out of this insane place!]

Comments

[standbyrival]

[LATER LOSERS!! Paul is going straight for one, though he does first throw an empty pokeball down the hall first, WE'RE NOT GONNA GET GUNNED DOWN ON OUR WAY, ARE WE >8[!!]

[stinkingdeadendjob]

Well, good seeing ya, guys. Sure was a ride, but hey, we had some fun, right?

[Whistling cheerfully, Clay starts strolling across the catwalk without a care in the world. As he's walking, he keeps his right hand close to his waist.]

[schrodingers_man]

[ Yomiel's just gonna... sit down right here and curl up into a ball. Thanks for nothing, assholes. ]

[staunton]

[ Knightley sits down near Yomiel, looking pissed off. ]

Assholes, all of them.

[angry_jerk]

Welp, this was fun, but see y'all in hell bitches!

[Its prob too early to start talking like that, but Dan gives no fucks by this point. His cat needs him and he's done with you clowns.]

[fullonbraced]

AWWWW YEAAAAH, MAAAAN!!!

[wow, that's totally echoing into the darkness. But Robin doesn't care, cause she's running for one of the pods. she was so fucking pumped right now.

They were getting out of here!]

[stinkingdeadendjob]

Hey, Dan!

[Clay keeps up just a little behind Dan.]

You know, outta all the jokers here, I thought you had your head in the right place. Volume aside. If you're ever near Statesota, come visit Moralton. We'll give you a warm, Christian welcome. And wine.

[in_plain_sight]

...


I'm pretty sure the exercise is over.

[plentyfriendly]

Sorry about that.

[needs of the many blah blah not going to forcibly sacrifice people against their wills.]

[schrodingers_man]

[ There's a slight nod, but that's Yomiel's only response. ]

[angry_jerk]

Sounds good. And if you ever near California or need something "out of sight, out of mind"... I'm you guy.

[Because any chance to blow things up sounds great.]

[plentyfriendly]

I told you before, I am no man!

[...Phi, really?]

[staunton]

I guess the only option I have left is to try dodging so I don't get stabbed somewhere fatal.

[ Fuck his life, basically. ]

It sucks that you don't have anything like that, though.

[fullonbraced]

Neither am I!

[Too pumped up! Doesn't matter!

[schrodingers_man]

It doesn't matter.

[schrodingers_man]

Leave me alone.

[harshwords]

Game set, and match.

[ She looks rather satisfied, as if she's won something, though it's too bad that she didn't manage to get any words in with Sakura since... her pod seems to be gone.

Damn.

Though she'll definitely be walking down that hallway, not really caring. Though she will keep her senses open just in case. ]

[in_plain_sight]

[Mukuro gently places an object on the floor, directly in the line of Yomiel's navel-gazing. It's a gun from storage.]

It's worth a try.

[With that, she walks away.]

[schrodingers_man]

Good luck.

[ What a joke, that the only friend he has that actually got out of this alive is going home just to die anyway. Right now, that's kind of feeling like Yomiel's life in a nutshell. ]

[lexicalscope]

[Curly just couldn't vote one way or the other. She had good reasons to go either direction. She watches the nine capsules launch, a heads for her own without any real response. She really would have liked to see some of those people again. Anthy. Sakura. As for the others...]

With any luck, I'll never have to see any of you again.

[plentyfriendly]

[After Phi is done with Yomiel over there, she does not walk or run but take one huge leap over to the rest of the pods.]

Plaudite! Acta est fabula.

[...probably loses a lot of its impact when everyone is leaving as opposed to just a few people.]

[schrodingers_man]

...

[ He picks the gun up, but doesn't move otherwise. The Computer had said the rules of the exercise would still hold, but... she's probably right, it's at least worth a shot. If it doesn't work, what's he lost? Another clone?

...But not yet. He needs some time to cry it out first. ]

[plentyfriendly]

Still, we both don't have a lot to get back to. You being dead, and me... well, let's just say that while I am still alive, there's nothing left for me to do there.

But if you have been dead for ten years... there's an opportunity for you somewhere, and I don't want you to lose it.

[schrodingers_man]

You're wrong. I don't have anything left.

[ OK, technically, there's his deal with Sith, but he's abandoned any hope of that false life he asked for actually working out. If he's learned anything from this exercise, it's that he's too messed up in the head to ever be "normal" again. ]

[plentyfriendly]

Maybe it's something you don't think you have. Something you don't have right now, but get sometime in the future.

Or maybe... it's something you've already lost, and you're like me.

[Phi turns away, leaving him with this:]

"Elapsam semel occasionem non ipse potest Iuppiter reprehendere."

[...before taking a ridiculously high and long jump over to the pods.]

[schrodingers_man]

...

[ Yeah that just leaves him more confused than anything. Occasion? Jupiter? Reprehend? Whatever. Stupid girl doesn't know what she's talking about. ]