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What if Ky Vessel?

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There was no call to attention, or a gentle rousing for a sermon, or even attacks upon the living – instead, the air was humid, still – stifling more so than it had been for the last several weeks. Blankets and nightclothes clung tightly, and every little movement causes them to crackle with static, making it increasingly impossible to stay comfortable enough to sleep. Hair refused to stay down for those who would attempt to make themselves presentable before the Vessel, bed frames, and doorknobs lash out at anyone touching them with a bright white-green spark that numbs the fingers for a few seconds.

The air was heavy with ozone and charred wood, and the air seems to just grow heavier the closer they came to the living room, giving the impression that they were walking straight into a Thunderhead.
A young man materializes, deep violet lightning dances across his limbs as bluish light seem to strobe over him, almost distracting the inattentive from his white hair or his reddish-purple eyes. Or that his belt plate is blank.

“I am the Vessel for this week,” Ky’s voice was soft, trembling as he clasps his hands together. “There is no escape, no fighting this curse so please do not waste your lives on this. Treat me as your warden, and I will be treating you as our prisoners. If you do not provoke us, you can reduce your suffering.” The tremble in his voice extended to his frame. “However – as you are prisoners, there will be no comfort – this atmosphere will remain as the days go by… and if you wish to be excused from this discomfort and all other punishments for the crime of your existence in our presence, We mandate that one of you will kill another and escape execution for your sins.”

He waits, and once he fielded all the questions given. “Remember what Pandora Left in her box-” Ky’s eyes widened, his hands clamping over his mouth, a muffled noise escaping before he disappeared with a clap of thunder.

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It was time. Ky gathered everyone who was not currently investigating, his arms wrapped around himself, shaking like a leaf.

“Osamu Dazai is dead.” He proclaimed. “A trial will commence tomorrow at noon – We – I will allow for no absences.” He closes his eyes. "Remember what I said."
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(Post-Party)

“I can’t take it anymore! I can’t… oh you, you really believe what I said about Pandora’s box? Do you know why Hope was the last thing trapped inside?” The vessel’s lips stretch into a smile that did not meet his tear-streaked eyes. “Hope is the greatest of evils. It’s what makes it possible for despair to exist… if you simply accept your fate and lay down, the pain and suffering would not be enough.” Ky’s voice cracked and almost seem to shatter like glass. “You thought… you thought I was crying earlier? No! I was trying not to laugh at how much you really believe I was still on your side! …Deceit and unfairness are the only rules in war, and I am your enemy. No one is your ally here, remember that for the next Vessel.”