YOU CAN BE KING AGAIN — MICHAEL'S TRIAL

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    TAGS. trust. often, it passes the lips of lovers, tender or scorned. what family cements into the heads of their young, what friendships build their platforms on. it's spoken and spouted of all the time but.. does anyone remember it anymore— really remember? it's meaning, what it's there for? no. no, it's just hollowed words nowadays. broken promises. betrayal is by far no friend of hers, but she knows it better than she has ever wanted to and today, it visits her in the shape of a brother.


    heartbreaking, vein popping, blood curdling, thats what the situation brings with it. she should be screaming bloody murder. she should be in tears. she should be showing emotion, but as she sweeps up onto the spiral staircase, the only flush of feeling to touch pretty face is an embittered, stony acceptance. "SANCTUARY, GATHER 'ROUND FER THE TRIAL OF MICHAEL MUERTE." thunder is the clap of her voice, lightning is its swiftness. they have many things to do, today.

    Chica's voice is like rolling thunder, angry like that of a wrathful god displeased with its subjects and sharper than that of an serrated blade. Dangerous, dripping with nothing else but a calm anger before the storm and Survivalinstinct is brought forth on curious but equally as cautious paws. He knew the woman before him to be something of a nightmare behind a pretty face and deep below there is some kind of growing respect for this strong woman, rising like a wildfire, and Val is constantly impressed with her performance. Val has truthfully never seen a woman like her - so vicious yet there must be something else there apart from the initial venom that drips from her words. He could only wonder.


    A trial. There was to be a trial for the man that he saw at the border: one Michael Muerte. He does not know what it was that this "Michael" had done and he is curious to find out, but amidst it all he was in awe at the inner workings of this group. The fact that there was something as intricate as a trial being set up here was something of an oddity - as he knew, once upon a time, humans did this too in order to pass rightful judgement. He looks to Chicagocrimes, verdant eyes glimmering faintly in the light, Was she judgement?


    The doberman, uncharacteristically solemn, settles near with a fine look of sternness on his features. And he is expectant.

    ･ﾟ ✦ ° DON'T BLAME YOURSELF NOW - whoever the guilty man was, heartburn couldn't care to question his innocence. trial wasn't a light topic and those deserving judgement were typically entitled to it hence this fellow had to have it had coming. a verdict would hit hard and true, regardless, and that was plenty to keep him attentive. "anything to say, mister accused?"



    The male shambled over and stood near his mother. Eyes on the male and head lowering aggressively. If his mom would let him, he wanted to take a few bites out of the male. For hurting his mom.


    speach


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    TAGS. the softest ushers of a growl touch tongue-tip, woman a viper upon throne of willow wood as she settles. she ignores the hostility leaking into the space, can't find herself to really care what slips between the prisoner and her clanmates, not then anyway. by far, its not the most proper or professional approach in these sorts of things but then, she hardly qualifies for either of those. "anyone willing ta play jury?" chicago rumbles once more, a quieter clap of storm to haunt tone as mind rallies and combs through her thoughts to get to the gist of his actions.

    Val's pierced ears flutter at the hostility in Michael's tone and he sent the wolf a look that was, at best described, questioning. Had it really been necessary to snap at Heartburn like that? After all, Michael was the one on trial - Survivalinstinct would think that the supposed "criminal" here would be otherwise silent. You know, the whole, "anything you say can and will be used against you" shtick. He blinks slowly, but he doesn't say anything. After all, what could he do? He just shakes his head, a sigh pushing forth from his maw, before he returns his attention back onto Chica, who then speaks once more.


    "Anyone willing ta play jury?"


    Play jury? Once more, Val blinks. Ah, right - can't have a trial without a jury. Survivalinstinct stands. "Perhaps I could, if ya don't mind, Chica?" A lazed smile appears on his maw, if only for a moment, but he's not kidding around nor does he think this is a "game" of any sort. Justice was not a game. He just hopes he doesn't get killed for it. "An unbiased jury is the best sort of jury, after all." He reasons shortly, lifting a brow in Michael's direction.

    "Either way I'm guilty." Michael reasoned to Chica and Val, knowing what the verdict already was. "You know it's true, Chicagocrimes." The wolf adds, using her full name, not just Chica. The Praetor wanted to get this over with so he could go home. He had a body to kill

    THE ONE THAT HELD ME DOWN —

    Her heart was pounding, but she did her best to relax and listen to what was happening. Since she wasn't the one on trail here. If they were guilty then why was a trail happening? How did it even begin? Arizona didn't know all the details and she sat off to the sidelines, trying to piece together the answers. But it was like building a puzzle with no pieces, impossible. ""           

    — AND KINDA TOLD THE TRUTH