[And when people have managed to make their way to the foyer, there are two people waiting there – one of them is Alena, as is probably expected, if it's going to be anyone. She's facing the wall near the clock, and doesn't pay attention to anyone who enters the room, even if she's addressed.
There's also a person pinned against the wall in front of her - judging by the setup, it seems that the "problem" this morning has to do with Tabby.
It's difficult to say exactly how she's being kept there at first glance, but it's obvious that she is – her muscles are tense and she's twitching hard, jerking a bit once in a while, like she's trying to get away from invisible bonds; Alena's focus is being kept on her, and once in a while it looks like blue flames flicker into being here and there – small manifestations of power that don't last long before they're dispersed into nothingness again before they can burn anything.
This continues for a brief while before Jericho can be heard again.]
So the good news for you guys is that nobody died last night – you've been showing a pretty impressive amount of restraint, I'm actually kind of happy for you.
The bad news is that you've run out of time.
[It's obvious what he means from the wording, from his tone; looks you’re your timer has run out.]
Like we've promised, we randomly selected one of you to take out; sorry about that, Dynamic. If it's any consolation, it probably wouldn't have been you if Alena had a say.
[Tabby swears loudly at that before she jerks again; Alena's gaze flicks upward toward the speakerbox at the mention, and for the briefest of moments it looks like she's considering letting Tabby go.
And then she refocuses, slamming Tabby back against the wall again before those blue flames flicker into existence again, melding into a solid mass held together by the same sort of inexplicable energy that's pinning Tabby in place before it arcs forward and slices into her body, the density of it cutting easily into her chest as though her ribcage was nothing in terms of resistance, and while Alena is close enough for the blood spray that ensues to hit her she doesn't flinch away from it.
She isn't crying, but she does look...upset, at this one; the same force used to hold Tabby against the wall seems to apply itself, unseen, to her neck, breaking it for good measure and to ensure that she's dead, and after a moment Alena lets the body drop to the floor.
Tabitha Smith is dead.
Jericho doesn't say anything for a long moment; when he speaks up again, he seems agitated, though it's difficult to tell in what sort of direction, emotionally – there's just a harsh undercurrent to his words that wasn't there before.]
No trial for this. We'll deal with the body. You've got eight hours until the next one.
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There's also a person pinned against the wall in front of her - judging by the setup, it seems that the "problem" this morning has to do with Tabby.
It's difficult to say exactly how she's being kept there at first glance, but it's obvious that she is – her muscles are tense and she's twitching hard, jerking a bit once in a while, like she's trying to get away from invisible bonds; Alena's focus is being kept on her, and once in a while it looks like blue flames flicker into being here and there – small manifestations of power that don't last long before they're dispersed into nothingness again before they can burn anything.
This continues for a brief while before Jericho can be heard again.]
So the good news for you guys is that nobody died last night – you've been showing a pretty impressive amount of restraint, I'm actually kind of happy for you.
The bad news is that you've run out of time.
[It's obvious what he means from the wording, from his tone; looks you’re your timer has run out.]
Like we've promised, we randomly selected one of you to take out; sorry about that, Dynamic. If it's any consolation, it probably wouldn't have been you if Alena had a say.
[Tabby swears loudly at that before she jerks again; Alena's gaze flicks upward toward the speakerbox at the mention, and for the briefest of moments it looks like she's considering letting Tabby go.
And then she refocuses, slamming Tabby back against the wall again before those blue flames flicker into existence again, melding into a solid mass held together by the same sort of inexplicable energy that's pinning Tabby in place before it arcs forward and slices into her body, the density of it cutting easily into her chest as though her ribcage was nothing in terms of resistance, and while Alena is close enough for the blood spray that ensues to hit her she doesn't flinch away from it.
She isn't crying, but she does look...upset, at this one; the same force used to hold Tabby against the wall seems to apply itself, unseen, to her neck, breaking it for good measure and to ensure that she's dead, and after a moment Alena lets the body drop to the floor.
Tabitha Smith is dead.
Jericho doesn't say anything for a long moment; when he speaks up again, he seems agitated, though it's difficult to tell in what sort of direction, emotionally – there's just a harsh undercurrent to his words that wasn't there before.]
No trial for this. We'll deal with the body. You've got eight hours until the next one.