trustfell Room 12 threads/Case 4 death thread

[feistytrader]

Week 1, Tuesday
Week 1, Post-trial
Week 2, Post-trial
Week 4, Sunday
Week 4, Tuesday
Week 4, Thursday Night

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[uncouthhatcher]

[... Oh, oh, he has got it.

Out comes the jar, in goes the hankerchief like they need it to be and set ti on fire with the matches. Gold'll give Silver a confident smile and lets him share custody of the jar, turning to watch Kimbley for a moment before calling out.]

Hey, dude, you mind comin' over here a sec? There's something you've gotta see.

[And whatever it is, it's fucking hilarious from his tone.]

[alchemicals]

[...Gold, what the fuck.]

This had better be damn important, guys.

[He'll come over, though - at least enough to be clear of whatever it is he's been messing with.]

[feistytrader]

It's real important. You see, we're throwing you under the bus.

[And he's starting to throw the molotov-]

[uncouthhatcher]

[-- He's also throwing the molotov!]

You're gonna need a Burn Heal for this one!

[alchemicals]

[...You know, one would think, when confronted with something like this, that they'd say something equally pithy in return - that there would be some sort of comeback, or at the very least possible last words that are at least going to leave something of an impression.]

Oh, fucking really -

[Unfortunately, Kimbley is not one for pithy one-liners.

God, he knows what's coming as soon as the glass breaks; that is, in fact, a large blue fireball that's going to spread hard and fast, scorching the hell out of the floor and catching easily on his clothing - it's both fortunate and not that he's wearing so many layers (it protects his skin a bit longer, for one thing, but encourages the burn for another) and to his credit he doesn't scream, per se.

At least not until the blaze picks up, after that it's more or less involuntary.]

[feistytrader]

[This is perfect. They did it. They really...

It's not that Silver didn't expect screaming. It's just that no understanding of how bad setting someone on fire is can really prepare you for the horror of the sight, or the smell, or the sound, and Silver's stomach sinks, because this needs to stop, but if they stop it they're screwed, and his body just won't move.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[Gold's in a similar mindset, from beginning to end, except his body moves before he can think to stop it and shoves Kimbley's inflamed body into the pool, hissing at the sharp burning it manages on his hands before he puts them out and just

oh my god.]

What the hell!

[feistytrader]

[Hey yo Gold what the fuck-]

Are you okay?

[That's the only thought on his mind right away; really, he's relieved that Kimbley's been put out and should be fine. They can deal with that later.]

[uncouthhatcher]

I'm-- fine, I think.

[... The pain actually hasn't settled in quite yet; shock'll do that to you, he's just staring at Kimbley and then looking at Silver.]

Why did I do that. We had it! We had it, and I just pushed the guy in!

[What the fuck, self!!]

[feistytrader]

No. I'm glad you did. That was awful.

[Although he does go to look Gold's hands over and make sure they're not too badly burnt.]