Kana Paragraph in Court
Kana is brought into a large, round room. The walls are painted beige, with red drapes neatly arranged all around them. In the middle of the room is a throne, with two smaller seats on either side. In them, three Triforian men dressed in white robes of silk sit, with the middle one in the throne stroking his black-and-grey beard.
He arches an eyebrow upon seeing Kana, flanked by two Karma Patrolmen.
"What's this now?""Seeing One", one of the patrolmen replies, "
we found this vagabond playing around in the woods outside of the border.""Oh? Was she made aware of her non-compliance with curfew?""Yes, Sightful. She was. She trifled with us the entire way back and continued to do so in her holding cell.""A mighty serious offence. We are in a cease-fire with the Negative Domain. Nega's been known to make use of spies, which technically does not violate our treaty. Is the accused without counsel?"The two patrolmen look at each other before answering.
"Yes, Seeing One. She is without counsel.""I see. Very well. I will now hear from the accused." The judge turns to make eye contact with Kana.
"Seeing as how you're thought to be a spy as according to the Karma Patrol, if you're found guilty of espionage against Terminus, you might earn yourself the death penalty. It doesn't look too good for you, miss...?"Zen holds an open grin as he laboriously breathes at the sight of his defeated foe. After a few seconds of staring at the limp body, Zen's smile slowly morphs into a frown. He realizes the man is dead, not passed out. Three of his hands grab his blood leaking neck, becoming colored greener, as he slumps onto his knees. He gaze meets the people looking at him.
"Hellll-p." He states. He takes a few slow breaths. "Can anyone help?"
[8] Everyone simply stares as you bleed out on the tea house's wooden floor. You can hear some mumbles coming from the patrons concerning your bout. Perhaps this is something akin to the bystander effect. Or maybe, no one has the expertise to help.
"Make way, all of you! Make way!" Three men in shining white armour with purple details scattered about the torso stride in confidently. The one in charge -- leading the two others -- stops near you but is addressing the entire shop.
"We have received word of a scuffle. Why does this man bleed on the floor?!"