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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92012-03-16 04:21 pm

Buy a Little Mercy [Open; Potentially Graphic Material]

Less than an hour after the ship leaves Agrestic's orbit, an announcement is broadcast throughout Stacy.

|| Attention, crew. Your crewmates, Howard Bassem and Charles Merriman, have been apprehended attempting to desert. They will now be given Punishment. According to established guidelines, you are all requested to report to the Observation to witness the Punishment. Attendance is not mandatory, but highly suggested. This will serve as a reminder of the consequences of treason and desertion. ||

On the observation deck, Archon Yavek, Archite Rekkti, two other Daligig and a handful of Kessek soldiers stand outside a spherical force field. Inside the bubble, Orc and Howard are suspended by tentacles looping around their wrists. Orc's ceased thrashing around and struggling against his restraints; rust-colored fissures have developed around his shoulders and forearms from the strain, but now he simply hangs there, looking defeated. Howard's nose is bleeding, and every time a drop falls to the bottom of the forcefield there's a small sizzle. He's weeping and begging the Daligig with every plea possible, but they act as if they aren't listening. Instead, they wait for an audience.
facepunching: (Soren: elwind)

[personal profile] facepunching 2012-03-18 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
Soren walked into the room. Then he looked at Allenby and Simon.

But this time, he didn't walk out. He merely set his mouth in a thin, disapproving line and raised his healing stave into the air. Blue light washed across the area as he began to cast healing spells on the fallen injured, starting with Allenby.

"I see that I'm a little late for this event," he said, making a very disapproving face indeed.
punchedoutdestiny: (This is the key to victory!)

[personal profile] punchedoutdestiny 2012-03-18 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
"I wouldn't say purposefully kill, but if it's a necessity to stop them, then so be it."

He grunts a bit, squinting up at Karis, then making a slightly awkward face. "...oh, so you are...carrying an arm, and I'm not hallucinating that from pain. Good to know." Also a little awkward, but hey.

Once Soren came in, though, Simon wheeze-laughed again. "Better late than never."