Initiative.

[trustbound]

Rachel looks a bit conflicted about what should happen from here; Lisbeth is still on the floor, but she's told her what she should do, and so... Well, she's never really been good at saying no, though she does walk up and reach out to pet Lisbeth's hair gingerly for a moment before turning to everyone else. "We should leave." And with that, the courtroom changes, all at once; it was one thing, and then quite simply it isn't, and the podium circle has been replaced with a round spread of consoles wrapping around a center spire. The room is no longer concrete and steel, but rather stark white, all done up in glossy tile that looks like it'd crack if you hit it hard enough with something – that said, it's not recommended to try, given that it's just as indestructible as everything else in the building. Rachel approaches the consoles, reaching out to touch them, fingers tapping gently against several of the unmarked buttons; it's probably not precisely necessary for her to do so, given the state of things, but she seems to like doing it, so do it she shall. There are a pair of slots that look like keycards are required; she glances at them for a second before manipulating more buttons, causing a small panel to open up in front of her – it looks like an authorization mechanism of some sort, the kind that you press your hand against to get it to recognize you. "It's going to be a bit jarring when you wake up; sorry about that, but you've been asleep for a really long time. I'd suggest giving it a moment." She pauses, though, once that's out there, glancing back at everyone. "I'll be on the other side with you, but not like this. We can still talk, though, if you like." And with that she just turns and presses her hand against the panel without waiting for an answer; the next thing you're aware of is the flash.

Comments

[lackinginfaith]

In what universe would that work, and why would you?

[matchbreaker]

Dunno! There's a world were people are green and bacteria talk, after all.

[lackinginfaith]

Look, if you want to see me turn into something, fine, just hands off.

[Caren reaches into her pocket, draws out her shell necklace, and clasps it on. With a small breath, she calls out:]

Purple Pearl Voice!

[In a flash of light, Caren... well, she still has legs, but she's in a different outfit and her hair and eyes have again turned bright purple. Like her mermaid form, but in a tiny minidress with frilly gloves and high heels. She's holding what looks like a toy microphone, and her pearl's moved from inside the shell to embedded in the mic.]

Happy?

[matchbreaker]

-- What the hell is that, some sort of idol thing?!

[ SHE IS HAPPY??? SORT OF??? BUT??? ]

[lackinginfaith]

It's how I use magic! It's all tied to music. All the seven seas' princesses do that.

[matchbreaker]

... You can ding underwater?!

[lackinginfaith]

...Yes.

[look, physics in this manga go out the window]

[matchbreaker]

Huh, go figure!

[ Nod. ]

That's neat though, shame you died too fast for Sayaka to learn that much about it.

[lackinginfaith]

I couldn't do it in there anyway. They turned off everything halfway useful.

[matchbreaker]

You don't need to tell me that. She still could've heard about it even without all the tassels here.

[lackinginfaith]

I'm assuming you drink memories like the vampires at home do.

[matchbreaker]

Memories? No, that's dumb, we drink blood and extract emotions.

[ DUH? ]

[lackinginfaith]

...you know, that makes slightly more sense.

[matchbreaker]

How would you even eat a memory?

[ :T ]

[lackinginfaith]

Hypnotize you, bite you, draw it out. I don't know how it works.

[matchbreaker]

Oh... huh. Honestly, that's just strange. Our method makes much more sense than that or fingers doing it.

[lackinginfaith]

I'm finding that a lot of things in my life are pretty strange.

[matchbreaker]

... Ah well, that's fine! Rin'll always be weirder than you no matter what you tell me! She met King Arthur, you know!

[lackinginfaith]

King who?

[matchbreaker]

You know, mythical king of Britain? Camelot? The round table, all that?

[lackinginfaith]

I haven't heard of him, but it sounds like I need to catch up on human stories. The kind that don't involve horrible things they want to do to people not them.

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Man. She.

. . . Fair. ]

... She also met a future version of her boyfriend who wanted to kill her boyfriend.

[lackinginfaith]

Wait, wait. I have a lot of questions, but she's taken? Did she just remember that in the last week?

[matchbreaker]

... Why does that matter?

[lackinginfaith]

I don't believe I'm at liberty to say, but between you and I, you might want to ask Hibiki. She's the one it matters to.