VIDEO-ish (cw: torture and murder)

[bloomingdespite]

[Before the ICP flickers on, every passenger hears a resounding, deep voice thunder through every car in the train, carrying with it a deathly—if odd—proclamation:]

PENALTY GAME: HELL REVERSE!

[Moments later, every ICP turns on to reveal a figure shrouded in shadows, holding the unconscious body of Xue Yang with one hand as the Eye of Wdjat blazes on both of their foreheads. It's clear they're in the gaming car, but if anybody tries to enter from either end, they'll find the doors are impossibly locked.]

Passengers of the Voidtrecker Express, I hold in my hands an unrepentant murderer who slaughtered one of your very own: the victim being A-Qing, and the criminal being Xue Yang. While she has returned, this crime cannot go unpunished, and I have taken it upon myself to try and burn out the stain on his soul—or, at the very least, provide adequate agony for all of his victims, both on the train and off.

If you need to see proof of my justice...

Avert your eyes if you do not wish to see memories of the brutal death of a young woman in her prime.

[The screen flickers once again, this time showing A-Qing's murder, although it doesn't have any audio. ((OOC: Additional CW for graphic depictions of murder.))

When it returns to the interior of the Games Car, the shadowy figure is gone, but their voice and Xue Yang remain.]

I leave it to the council to dispense their own punishment, as meager as it may be.

Remember, passengers:

I am watching.

[The ICP clicks off, and the train is deadly quiet.]

Comments

[bethereprompto]

[Prompto had opened his mouth, he was just about to speak when Noct's words stopped him. He looked at the dark haired boy with a reluctant, tiny whine before managing to pull himself back to just one question that he couldn't keep himself from asking anyway.]

Are you okay?

[He reached out to Gladio, looking worriedly for whatever injury Noct had had to heal.]

[callmegladio]

[Gladio cast Noct a grateful look and smiled. He probably would have told them, if Prompto didn't already look shaken up from his bad dream.

So when Prompto reached for him, he reached out to take the hand, and then gave him a gentle, but firm tug that pulled the blonde into his arms. Then he lifted his other hand to show him that all that was left of his little adventure with the ICP was a few fading marks. They hadn't been deep enough for the potion to not have worked on him.]

I'm alright, see? My hands fine, thanks to Noct.