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aefenglom log posting account ([personal profile] faileas) wrote in [community profile] aefenglom2020-02-03 12:46 pm

☆ The Trial of the Rathmores

The trial of the Rathmores and their associates takes place on a cold, drizzly morning at the very beginning of Feoveuer, in a large audience chamber of Parliament, broadcast to the Watches by Sowilo (and Theodore, when Sowilo is speaking) for any who cannot or do not wish to attend personally. The trial itself is public; any who show up are allowed in, and any who were hurt by the Rathmores are invited, though not forced, to testify against them during the proceedings. Mhairi is present, as Speaker for the Coven, as are all those members who hold a Judicial Seat, and many of the Civic Seats, along with the Witches and Guards present at the raid. Mhairi and one Lady Denholm are outspoken about the Rathmores' crimes all throughout, prompting more hard-hitting questions when things grow too silent or sympathetic toward the wealthy elitists.

The proceedings last for several hours. During that time, the Judges hear testimony from Mirrorbound, those who were kidnapped and those who were affected by the fires and losing loved ones alike, refugees who were kidnapped or had their homes damaged during the fires, the aristocrats who were in on the kidnapping, and the remaining Rathmores themselves. Notably, two of the twenty-two Rathmores died when the Mirrorbound staged their escape, so are not present, and a few others are in poor shape, one even wearing a gauze eye patch, tended to by nurses from the hospital. This fact causes just a few furtive, disapproving, even fearful looks from a small section of citizens in the viewing boxes, and there are whispers during recesses coming from this group - you never know what they'll be like when they come out of those mirrors, some are nice enough, quite civilized people, but some are worse than animals, aren't they?...

Still, these mutterings have no effect on the progression of the trial. The presiding Judge Colton has a frown on his face throughout, though he listens to every word on both sides, stone faced and silent, except to ask probing questions. The truth comes out.

The 21 aristocrats who participated in the kidnapping all plead their cases that they did not know what was going to happen. They all thought the Rathmores had devised a spell to send the Mirrorbound home, but that the Coven wouldn't allow it. This is determined to be false. There was never a spell. Nerissa Bell testifies that no magic has been found to date that allows them to send Mirrorbound back through their mirrors, and this lie is determined to have been a ruse to encourage cooperation. The Judge sentences all who fought against arrest to hefty prison sentences with hard labor, up to 20 years, for crimes including kidnapping, arson, imprisonment, destruction of property, and resisting arrest. Those who gave themselves up to the Guard and the assault team are granted a bit of leniency - an average of 7 years of prison and hard labor. All are subject to fines as well.

Each aristocrat is taken away in chains after their individual sentencing, heads hung, miserable.

The Rathmores are dealt with last, in ascending order of perceived involvement, from the flunkies up to the head. Each is convicted of all counts brought against them, though the Judge waits on sentencing. For now.

Thomas Rathmore, long-term member of Parliament, approaches the podium last, stil cuffed. His speech is long, his words smooth poison. He talks about the Mirrorbound being obvious dangers to Aefenglom, invaders in their city who will turn it upside down the way they did Dorchacht. He points to nephews and nieces with shattered limbs in casts and splints, and asks, "These strangers are not held accountable. They are not subject to our laws. Who will pay for this? For the deaths of the children of my brother, Rodolphus?"

As an angry uproar begins in the stands, Judge Colton slams down his gavel and answers, "You will, Mr. Rathmore. And may all forgive that I ever called you colleague.

The atrocities you committed are not representative of the heart of Aefenglom and will not be condoned or brushed aside. You have not proven that the city is unsafe because of the Mirrorbound - only that it is unsafe as long as your extremist family remains here, using your influence to ruin everyone around you.

We have failed visitors to our city, blinded to the pervasive creep of corruption into our systems. The Rathmore family has been like the Cwyld upon us, infecting Aefenglom from the inside. The only thing to be done with infection is to cut it out.

To those who were hurt, you have Aefenglom's sincerest apology, and those who helped to right the wrongs done here, our sincerest thanks."

The court falls silent for the final sentences. All twenty Rathmores on trial today will meet the guillotine tomorrow. It will be a closed session, not open to the general public, but Mirrorbound will be allowed in to witness, in an effort to repair a broken trust and to reassure that no trick will be pulled to allow the family's escape. On top, the Rathmore family estate will be repossessed by the city, along with all their assets. The money will be used to repair areas damaged by the fires, especially in the Haven and the refugee housing, and to pay out a decent sum to kidnapping victims, about 4 months of an average salary, as a gesture of goodwill and to help cover costs of living while they recover from the ordeal.

As the trial concludes, Lady Denholm spots Sowilo filming with a Watch, and approaches to deliver a sincere apology to the Mirrorbound for all that they've had to suffer.

"It is clear that we in Parliament do not understand the needs or the struggles that you and yours face daily in our city. Many of us tend to be secluded by our privilege, in a way, but that is no excuse. With the Rathmores sentenced, that leaves three seats open in Parliament." She gets a certain glint in her eyes as she regards the camera, and those who have gathered in person to watch the trial. "Perhaps it is time the Mirrorbound come to the table and represent themselves. If you have an interest or a knack for politics, send a letter to my office, and we'll start the process."

    This is just a summary to give everyone an idea of what happened. Feel free to use this post to mingle with each other and discuss in person or over the network, but none of the NPCs will be replying. The guillotining will be open to Mirrorbound to attend but we will not be posting anything separately for it.

    In lieu of IC letters, if your character would be interested in working with Parliament as a sitting member, EDIT: comment to this dedicated Council post! Don't let numbers stop you - we've got something in mind for if more than three characters would be interested that will let everyone get a chance. This is a way for PCs to make their needs known through representatives outside the Coven and advocate for themselves on a higher level.
rightfoot: (pic#13223142)

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[personal profile] rightfoot 2020-02-05 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Good riddance to them. Honestly, they are getting off pretty easy compared to some of the life-long damage they've done to the kidnapped.
metalcrusher: Mettaton crossing his arms. There's a flat red line going across his screen. (I ALREADY TURNED OFF THE FLAMES.)

un: METTATON

[personal profile] metalcrusher 2020-02-05 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Opinions... Yes. It's a bit of a lackluster sentence. Execution. Couldn't they come up with a more creative, comparative punishment...?

How about you, darling? Any thoughts?
foundfamilies: (tell me who it was that let your hand)

the previous comment should be "I am sure that asking them would NOT help." Oops!

[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-02-05 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
It makes sense to them. They do not think of us as real people. We only have value to them when we are fulfilling the role they want for us and we are useless otherwise. They prize their wealth and beauty and status and they do not care if it is built on the blood of innocent people.

That is what people like that are like.
Edited 2020-02-05 06:15 (UTC)
plasticasshole: (✧ they're gonna eat me alive)

post-execution, action - ota!

[personal profile] plasticasshole 2020-02-05 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Connor had spent the whole time staring dully as the Rathmores were executed. He doesn't feel satisfied that they got what was coming to them, he just feels... empty. He's not happy, or sad, or even angry. Though he doesn't look away as each Rathmore meets the guillotine, he doesn't look like it's doing much for him, either.

Afterwards, he can be found milling around outside, looking disheartened. It's over now, but the hard part will be trying to move on. He's been gradually losing faith in himself as a fighter, as someone who can protect himself or the people he cares about. Maybe he could use a distraction?]
fuckingpassw0rd: (24)

[personal profile] fuckingpassw0rd 2020-02-05 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Hank didn't know how he felt about the entire thing. He'd been in the system for so many years. This was one of those cases that seemed to be airtight, but the speed of it was, well an example of a system that seemed to be working, but also much faster than he had expected. That was good - the shitheads were clearly guilty.

Still, he never was a fan advocating the death penalty. Let them rot in jail or attempt to help the younger ones no doubt influenced by the poison that was the older members. When he comes, it's mostly because Connor was going to, and hell if Hank was going to let him do this alone.

He knew, perhaps from his own experience, that you don't get any satisfaction from it. He can't watch it, himself, looking away when it happens.

When they go back outside again, he looks up at the sky, taking in the clear air before speaking;]


Hey uh...know we already talked about it before, bit you know I'm there.
showsnopiety: (I think I'm falling)

[personal profile] showsnopiety 2020-02-05 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Caren doesn't say anything. Instead she silently presents Enkidu with one of the festival cakes, still cooling, near their selected seat.]
escardos: (deux.)

[personal profile] escardos 2020-02-05 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I see. Lots of people seem to think like you.

Their death will be pretty quick. Decapitation is like that. In fact, it’s so quick that you may think that the head is still moving after it’s been cut!
enkidoh: https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=595405 (☁)

[personal profile] enkidoh 2020-02-05 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Enkidu takes the cake silently and without any further ado they stuff it into their mouth. It is still warm and, to be fair, it burns a little on their tongue. But most of all, it tastes really sweet and really good.

After a good minute of chewing they swallow and smile a little.]


You have more, Caren?
futhark: (bah)

[personal profile] futhark 2020-02-05 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Caster shakes his head. ]

No, that's impossible. You can't truly start anew from a blank page— [ Unless you're a Servant, wohoo, but they're not really that here. Not anymore. That pesky thing of being alive. ] It's always going to be a next chapter. Maybe a whole new story set afterward if you're lucky.

Move on— turn the pages. [ That metaphor speaks to him, but then storytellers were big thing back in his times. That's why people revered and feared bards. But he turns around to something that Flat said first. ] You came with the rescue team, which means you did a lot. Don't downplay your role in this.
futhark: (determined)

[personal profile] futhark 2020-02-05 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's the gesture that counts, really. If it wasn't for him knowing himself well, he'd be all for the drinking. Drinking way too much, until it would become a problem. Archer never had that problem, so he can play the sober man for him, the designated driver for once. Flipping the usual role.

"It's over" somebody says, as the gruesome spectacle ends, and when he remembers the combined effort of escape, seeking the cavalry in the way they could, and now the justice being served he feels—— emptiness instead of a swell of pride, and his jaw clenches at the wrongness of it.

It's over. They survived. Why does it feel like it doesn't matter? ]


Let's go. [ He turns around, but his hand finds Archer's wrist to tug him behind him ] Let's go and find you a new favourite place.
futhark: (51)

[personal profile] futhark 2020-02-05 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Caster recognizes her, the figure from the dungeon. Their brief talk when for a second they could believe it's going to be alright—

They're here now, in one piece, alive. So in a sense, it got alright. But he no longer feels that. ]


You don't have to attend it. [ A soft reminder. ]
whomthebelltolls: (Default)

Post-Execution

[personal profile] whomthebelltolls 2020-02-05 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[She had watched the whole proceeding - not on the Watch, she had been there. To watch the trial, the sentencing. She had girded herself - completely ready for some kind of milquetoast sentence. Some light jail, a stain on their reputation - give them five years, and they'd buy their way out. Give them five years, and they'd talk Parliament into reducing their sentence. They didn't mean it, honest! Then, the cycle would renew again; or it would, unless Maria got to them all first.

And then the sentence comes down, and Maria's lips press first into a thin line, like she doesn't quite approve of it. Of course, her first thought is that it should be the victims to pull the lever, to behead them, to cut their throats, but then she recognizes that for nothing more than a revenge fantasy borne out of her own anger from the whole situation - from feeling her Bond sever, from seeing Alex beaten and abused (and feeling the pain and fear in glimpse and snatches over the event), from seeing what had become of the rest of the Mirrorbound. No, this will be satisfactory; anything more than that is simply self-serving.

So she goes to the execution, as well. She wants to see it. Wants to watch it happen. Wants to hear the thud of the guillotine as it falls and the splatter of blood as it all collects and cascades down the steps of the platform. Watch the pool of it grow and grow as a whole family line is wiped out.

She doesn't stand at the front - she stands head and shoulders above the majority of the Mirrorbound, and doesn't want to block the view, but she does find a place a couple rows back and slightly off to the side, where she can keep a good vantage point.

Maria's look is as icy as usual, impassionate, but observant. No illusion magic here, she wants to know that this is all of them, and that they are going to be gone after this. Then, as the first kneels, her lips turn upward a little in a look of grim satisfaction.

Oh yes, Maria is pleased. She would prefer it be the victims doing the executions, she would prefer it be herself, but so long as this "justice" is served swiftly and efficiently, she won't complain.

She stands out, above the crowd, and she draws attention - some of the Rathmores she and Kaede arrested are there, and they recognize her, a glimmer among the dull fear and resignation of their fate. Still others simply know her from around town, or think she's some kind of a Monster, or just know she must be a Mirrorbound, considering the crowd. And every one that meets her eyes, she mouths the same response to -
] Beasts must be Hunted.

[Sick animals must be put down, and what are humans but the most dangerous Beasts of all? That is the first real lesson a Hunter learns.

Once it's over, she lingers long enough to burn the memory of all the blood into her mind, to slake her thirst for vengeance one last time, then turns to leave with a satisfied glimmer in her eyes, indeed. The city guard are still worthless, Aefenglom as a whole is still too soft for its own good, but at least she knows they can occasionally do something right.
] I need a drink. [Time for a celebration! Or just to drown the memories of this event with booze; she won't judge anyone who didn't have the stomach for it. That is one of those concessions she's made with the worlds the other Mirrorbound come from.]
cardtrick: (seven /)

[personal profile] cardtrick 2020-02-05 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Trucy nods, and no one should ask how she got money to buy these drinks because her player didn't think about it. Let's just say she scored a generous tip from someone who caught her brief show when she arrived.

Or maybe there's just a water dispenser, or the Aefenglom... ian equivalent. ]


Trucy Wright is on the case!

[ There's a tip of her hat and Trucy quickly absconds, coming back with some water a couple of minutes later. ]

Here you go!

[ There's no talking about the case because, well, that was a lot to take in, even just as a viewer. Trucy doesn't know where she'd start talking about it.

Besides, there was a lot of talking just now. So instead, Trucy rocks back on her heels, threading her hands together behind herself fora brief pause. ]


So, where do you work?

[ Going back to work after something like that? Trucy gets it. She didn't cancel any shows after her daddy's trial, she couldn't afford to.

Literally. ]
beariot: (I can't light no more of your darkness)

[personal profile] beariot 2020-02-06 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
It's not closure on the broader issue, no.

But it is on... something more direct. The person who did things to Fang.
[ To her. ]

They won't be able to harm anyone else. Not directly.

[ But she still had no idea how to feel about it. If it was even right. But she had no say, ultimately, and even if she did, she had no idea what to say. Death felt so final, and yet...

Flat was right. It wasn't the true end of things. ]


In the end, though, it's just more violence.
scatmaam: (the Holy Ghost through his tounges in bl)

[personal profile] scatmaam 2020-02-06 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
So do I...

... Wisdom would suggest it's best to leave him be at this time. [ She let out a long, slow breath, turning her gaze away from the proceedings and shifting to put her shoulder to Cu's, putting a little weight against him... ]

But it still hurts... to know he suffers so. And that I cannot simply soothe it away, as I'm compelled to.
showsnopiety: (heaven)

[personal profile] showsnopiety 2020-02-06 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah. Well, that was not the most elegant, but hey, at least they seem to be...enjoying it?

Caren shook her head.]


Not right at the moment. Give me a few moments, and I can get more. How many?
futhark: (hood; somber)

[personal profile] futhark 2020-02-06 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a momentary tension as they touch, as her shoulder brushes against bandages under the cloak, but he shifts in a way that makes it comfortable for both of them. ]

He might need time alone, but he wouldn't make himself known if visits were truly unwelcome. There's time for wisdom, and time for following what your heart tells you to do.

[ Ciarán wanted, no, needed time alone. But it does not have to mean a complete solitude. He lets a humorless chuckle. ]

First time we talk in— weeks. And the first thing you ask me is about him.

[ While he tries to give his voice a teasing lilt, it comes off as frank instead ]
beautyisthebeast: (contemplating)

[personal profile] beautyisthebeast 2020-02-06 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[She remembers him too. He'd been pushy and meddlesome but that had distracted her from the situation so she's grateful for that.]

I don't think I will...

[She really has no desire to see it. Executing all of them is too harsh. Spilling their blood will not erase the scars of their crimes.]
beautyisthebeast: (siiigh)

[personal profile] beautyisthebeast 2020-02-06 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
In that case... I'll pray for them.

[It's really the only thing she can do. Perhaps the souls of the Rathmore family will still find peace. It's not likely to make much of a difference now, but Marianne will pray for them anyway.]

They said we could attend the execution, but...

[She won't. It's too much.]

Are you going?
bergamotrose: (contemplative)

[personal profile] bergamotrose 2020-02-06 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
... I am.

[While he trusted the verdict, he did not necessarily trust the follow-through with how chaotic this entire affair had been for the city. He needed to be certain that the sentence was followed through, for his own selfish peace of mind.]

Though I will not make you come with me, if you prefer not to attend. If you don't wish to be alone, we can find someone to be with you.
showsnopiety: (still you pray)

[personal profile] showsnopiety 2020-02-06 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Who knew, people loved roadside entertainment. Or it was a water cooler, who knew. Caren offered Trucy a baffled look at her words, but she waited, before taking the cup, and a slow sip.

It was cold. She could feel it through her gloves. For a moment, she wasn't in the Parliment building and...

Her hands squeezed the metal, forcing herself into the present.]


Pardon? Oh, work. I have employment at Knit Wit, a clothier and alteration place. I also do commission work for animal ear hoodies and pizza- as well as some work outside of the city. Sometimes I do mercenary work as well.

Looking for work?
futhark: (story)

[personal profile] futhark 2020-02-06 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Good. [ It's a bloody spectacle of punishment. A final closing to this chapter, but it doesn't mean everything can be just

—forgotten —put aside ]


You know what, I don't think I ever caught your name. [ Attempt at small-talk, here goes nothing ]
kuroi_taiyo: (53)

[personal profile] kuroi_taiyo 2020-02-06 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
They're also just as easy to spread.

[ He already knew how grudges were, as it was part of his job to help incite wars when he was younger. Resentment and grudges were the best tools to use, because almost anyone could develop either of those things. ]

I've got someone. You should be able to see a big guy with red hair and a beard near a dog turnskin with black hair.

[ Good 'ol Iskander, taking care of his as much as he could. Waver certainly didn't have an easy time of things either. ]
freeing: (dany017_anabiotic)

[personal profile] freeing 2020-02-06 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Take it easy! [ An awkward laugh follows, as if she's trying to believe he healed so quickly — was it truly that easy? ] We shall... it just takes time.
escardos: (pic#13770508)

[personal profile] escardos 2020-02-06 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I see! You really do make things simple to understand. Could it be that you're really used to war and fighting?

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