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Today there is a scene laid out in the amphitheater.

The wall has been defaced with red chalk: his Honorable Tyranny is drawn there. The stage has been drawn on as well: an aisle is outlined and angled, messy drawing of benches are placed on either side. A number of stools have been placed by the judge of this courtblock and on each stool and each drawing of a bench there are hastily sewn dragon dolls.

Terezi and her scalemates are playing a game.

She stalks up and down the length of the benches, looking very serious. There's no joke in her demeanor; she is businesslike and professional. She wears a pressed teal suit with red stockings and blouse and so she looks the part too, she thinks. There is thick silence, and she carefully speaks:

"Today we are brought together for the trial of Mr Raisincloak. The trial is a formality, and the decision has already been made by the jury." She smirks, and points her cane towards a purple little stuffed dragon. "The accused has been found guilty of drug trafficking. The accused was found just a short week ago with a packet of potent sopor extract in his belly; upon questioning, he had no explanation for the drugs. Upon questioning, he was reported to say but one phrase over and over again. 'Why this'."

"Further questioning and a ritualized cane drubbing brought forth a confession."

She lowers her cane, and turns towards the drawing of the judge.

"If that were not damning enough in and of itself, dirty, untaxed and unreported income was found in a safe deposit box belonging to the accused; the beetles collected were positively filthy. I smelled them myself. When informed that we found this out, Mr Raisincloak broke out in a cold sweat. There was no mistaking the scent of guilt and the taste of regret in his gait. With this evidence presented to the jury, I rest my case."

Terezi takes a step back, tapping her cane against the ground, and grins very wide. "Guilty! I understand. Let's allow Mr Raisincloak his final words." She moves forwards, taking the toy up and squeaking it against the stool it is sat on. "Is that so? Well, if you insist, we will indeed 'get on with it'."

She turns to face the rest of the theater.


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[ Terezi is in a tree. It is very high up. She is sure to point the camera down: showing everyone just how high. The camera turns to focus on her hands, in which a purple dragon toy is clutched. Around its neck is a noose. She laughs. ]

Today, you-- yes, you!-- are witness to the formalized execution of a Mr Raisincloak. His crimes are severe-- possession and trafficking of a highly potent, highly illegal drug-- and so his punishment will be just. With no further ado, I present to everyone: Marina Nova's very first necktie party.

[ She tosses the toy off of the branch and lets it hang. The camera follows the motion and clicks off after a good, long moment of it swinging around. The picture is set to Terezi's laughter. ]