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trial #4 - execution
 Complex Population: 19 At 7PM, a tone rings out, but it's not Judy's voice that filters out over the intercom. "TALLYING VOTES. . ." The voice is mechanical and robotic, and a pause lingers in the air. It seems that the voting system is run by some kind of AI. "CONSENSUS REACHED. MAJORITY VOTE. RHYS, EMPLOYEE ID VTSCI62270894. STATUS: GUILTY. RHYS, PROCEED TO THE JUDGEMENT THEATER. CHARGING..." There's the sound of clicking, and Rhys will receive a very sharp shock to their ankle monitor. If they don't step into the judgement room, the shock will increase in strength every ten seconds until they're unconscious. Regardless, the voice continues to drone on. "DESIGNATING EXECUTIONER. . . AL—" The protocol starts, but cuts off abruptly. Instead, Judy's voice speaks up. "Consider this an official notification for the entire population. If you feel a noose tightening around your neck, I am at least accommodating. If there is someone in particular you want to take your life, I can override the selection protocol for that purpose. Perhaps next time, Alice, since Rhys has requested Jack. Please proceed to the judgement theater." No one else will be able to step into the judgement theater after them without receiving a nasty shock before they can step too close, and once they're both inside, the door closes behind both of them. There's a clicking sound from the walls, and the panels on the right side of the room are pulled up to reveal a thick glass that allows you to look into the Judgement Theater. It seems justice is meant to come from the the hands of the jury. ic rulebook character statuses character profiles votes |
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Don't need it. Just shut up and let me break your neck.
[ For now, he realizes he doesn't really care. It was irrational and he knew it, so it wasn't as if there were any weight in that thought. Though even if there was, maybe that was just the path he was meant to take. If killing this guy sets him on the path, so be it. ]
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so rhys hands scramble a little at the floor before he reaches up to jack's hair with his robot hand and pulls hard, as hard as he can while trying to get air into his lungs and he's hoping the action will let this up enough for rhys to gasp out a -- ]
Jude.
[ because really, jack. you've had your fun but now rhys needs to get this show on the road. ]
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[ Though that's probably Judy's form of a joke, since Jack will suddenly get a very sharp, intense shock from his ankle monitor. It's also not stopping. ]
But I suppose we should move on to the next phase. As you requested.
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Jack doesn't even pay attention to Judy's voice since he's so focused on applying the strength and pressure needed to kill Rhys, but that bubble is quickly burst. The shock gets him to yell out, and his grip falters, but he tries to keep going. He expects the shock to just be a quick jolt, so he could power through it, but it doesn't stop. It's not long before he has to withdraw, thinking that might stop the shocks, but it still doesn't. He growls out a loud noise of pain as he bangs his fist on the ground right next to Rhys's head.
He moves off Rhys, thinking that might help too, tries to stand, but he ends up just collapsing as the shocks course through his leg. He looks to the window briefly, but he shakes his head as he starts to laugh, of all things. ]
You- You're a friggin' coward! You, whatever the hell Judy is, all the scientists, dammit!
[ Because those shocks aren't stopping, and it's increasingly difficult to move. He thinks he gets Rhys's plan now. He wasn't baiting Jack into killing him. It was the opposite. ]
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It's hard to be specific when you're struggling for air, Judy. Also, shut up, Jack. I'm getting really sick of hearing that word and you know? You talk too much.
[ he'll be pushing up from the ground now to stand, hand moving up to the back of his neck so he can roll it and he looks over to the window, at their audience. he takes a few steps closer, ignoring jack on the floor behind him and frowning at the group instead. ]
You really don't remember why you're here, do you?
[ a shake of his head and he laughs, sad, but lifting his robot arm and opening a small section in it to pull out the scalpel. he'll turn back to jack after and sigh heavily. ]
Okay, Jack. You're my responsibility so -- so I'm taking care of you. I won't let you kill all these people for something that doesn't even exist. I mean, how stupid would that be? Jesus. At least I had like, real reasons.
[ and then he walks over with the scalpel clutched in his flesh hand, moving forward quickly to reverse their positions from earlier, with rhys straddling jack now and his robot hand moving to grip jack's throat. ]
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Oh, screw you. Not my problem if you don't want to hear the goddamn truth, asshole.
[ He'd considered doing so earlier, but now, he really does spit at Rhys. Don't get too excited about it.
When Rhys comes back to reverse their positions, Jack's face is still split in a wide, vicious grin. It's almost like he's not sure what else to express, so this sort of angry, manic expression is what he defaults to. He grips Rhys's wrist on his throat and tries to move it, but it's far weaker and more feeble than a few moments ago. With those shocks, it's hard for him to stay conscious, but dammit, he'll stay awake as long as he can. And also not stop talking. ]
You're insane, Rhys. You -- Hah, you realize that, right? I should've-- Should've killed you my goddamn self when you told me who you were, you know that?
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You don't even know what the truth is, idiot!
[ and he's about to elaborate but then jack spits at him?? and rhys takes a moment to feel disappointment that the same sort of excitement of before doesn't run through him now. he misses when jack's spit meant a lot to him. he really does.
so instead, he just gets to work and as jack keeps talking, rhys lets out a frustrated huff and wags the scalpel at jack. ]
But you didn't, did you? I told you the truth and you kept me alive because you wanted to see how you could use me to kill everyone else. You wanted to see if you could manipulate me because of my trust in you to help you leave, you didn't care if I left too. It was only ever about you.
[ he taps the scalpel a few times against jack's cheek, incredibly condescending as he nicks at his face a few times. it feels good, he realizes, so he decides to keep doing it -- continuing to slice along the face in a matching line to the other scar. ]
Why do I know this? Because you've done it before, asshole. Old dog, same bullshit. Last time I believed you and it ended up in thousands dead. This time, I just decided to kill us both.
[ and then he shrugs and sinks the scalpel into jack's left eye. ]
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[ His jaw sets tightly when Rhys starts to drag that scalpel along his face, and at least now, he shuts up. If this is now it's going to be, Jack doesn't want to give any more sign of how this is effecting him than he has to. He's breathing hard, and his eyes are wild, and he wishes if he just had a moment, he'd definitely be able to take that scalpel and jam it right into Rhys's throat over and over again. He's possessed with that thought of how he would kill Rhys, because for now, that's all he can focus on.
Though any rational thought Jack had stops almost immediately when that scalpel sinks into his eye. He yells out loud and harsh, because it's painful enough that it's immediately dizzying, and he scrapes at the floor to instinctively try and get away.
don't go the yandere route, kids ]
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[ he grabs jack's hair tight in one hand to keep him in place, shifting to put his weight down hard on jack and keep him there. he starts digging the scalpel in harder with a sneer on his face as the blood spurts and covers his hand followed by another shove, frustrated and angry as it turns the eye into complete mush within the socket. it's absolutely disgusting and rhys is beginning to feel a bit ill.
so, he pulls the scalpel out after, breathing hard. ]
That -- that was impulsive. But, you're kind of pissing me off here, you know? I feel like some payback was, uh. It was owed.
[ his heart is beating kind of fast here, he realizes and he places his free hand to his chest before breathing out slow. he throws a concerned look angel's way before looking back at jack wiping the gore of the scalpel off on his pants. he wants to finish this up with jack because he has -- he has something else to address, something else to deal with. their personal issues can wait, he decides. ]
Earlier, I told you I remembered something, right? You're all blah blah, I have a moon to save, whatever. Thing I remembered?
[ he poises the scalpel above jack's throat, swallowing heavily. ]
Elpis doesn't exist.
[ and then he sinks the blade straight into jack's throat, dragging it slightly to run it deep before pushing off of jack with shaky legs. he stares at jack, bleeding out there on the floor and yet can't bring himself to take the final plunge to really kill him. instead, he lets him suffer and turns away for a moment to --
yeah, he's gonna puke. ]
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Fuck you.
[ He's breathing hard and on the verge of passing out, but he still feels that's important to say, apparently. It's brief, since that's about all Jack has the thought to manage, but even though he's barely listening to Rhys, just staring him down with his one remaining eye, and when that scalpel is poised over his throat, the expression on Jack's face is easy to read. He's about to die, and he knows it, and the betrayal he feels in that moment is clear. Though of course, that last statement of course catches his attention. That expression shifts to confusion, but it's even briefer.
The scalpel sinks into his throat, and Jack makes a noise again, but this one is much wetter. He almost scrambles to grab Rhys's wrist, but it doesn't seem to be to stop him. Jack doesn't have the strength to, and maybe he just knows he can't. But he still grabs Rhys's wrist desperately like he wants to at least hold him there.
Though he'd been ignoring the window up to this point, he looks that way briefly, to Elizabeth and Sakyou primarily, but as Rhys moves to vomit, Jack's grip on his wrist weakens enough to allow it. He looks up to the ceiling of the room, and as Jack bleeds out, he closes his eyes with a pained expression, though it's not for the physical pain.
Jack dies thinking of how Elpis is going to die with him. ]