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itscurtains2016-11-05 12:16 pm
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2016-11-05 12:16 pm
Third Trial
[Once again, the sound of opening doors echoes through the opera house as the investigation draws to a close.
Time for your third trial.
The courtroom looks the same as ever, save that Darla and Eliza's podiums are now arranged in the same funerary fashion as the other deceased cast members. The lights from the bulbs standing in their places seem to cast the rest of the house even more in shadow, even as the crystal chandeliers still glitter dimly above. The Balladeer is hidden backstage once more, somewhere behind the red curtain drawn shut across the stage. Once everyone's taken their places, he speaks up.]
Alright. Let's do this.
Time for your third trial.
The courtroom looks the same as ever, save that Darla and Eliza's podiums are now arranged in the same funerary fashion as the other deceased cast members. The lights from the bulbs standing in their places seem to cast the rest of the house even more in shadow, even as the crystal chandeliers still glitter dimly above. The Balladeer is hidden backstage once more, somewhere behind the red curtain drawn shut across the stage. Once everyone's taken their places, he speaks up.]
Alright. Let's do this.
no subject
...Let the record show that Captain Hook hasn't told a single lie during this interrogation.
no subject
[Eliza had done nothing. For her sins, Darla was still young. And she...the girl who was to purify the world...
There's a moment where her eyes harden as they narrow. There's a moment where this is Astarte. But...not the other her.
Or just the goddess Astarte. A goddes' voice doesn't shake angrily like a teenager's.]
My Mother is Lilith. She was the consort of Adam. She is what you would call a demon because Adam tricked her. She tasked me with protecting the Undead. The monsters of the world.
[She's...Sailor Astarte. The goddess reborn, that carries this power of a sailor soldier. A power of the moon.]
But I guess...there are some monsters that shouldn't be protected. Some monsters that do attack humans and monsters alike and don't care that they do that.
[For however long she lives. Whether the other her kills her, or she dies in battle, or old.
She points one last time.]
And for doing that...I'll punish you!
[Tonight, she will be laying the finger down to harm.
And the world would be better for it.]