Clorinde · Y/n story by @Bapp

The air in the Opera Epiclese was thick, heavy with the scent of ozone and old stone. High above the packed galleries, the great mechanical Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale hummed, its gears and glowing elemental conduits casting a cold, blue light over the central stage. The Chief Justice, Neuvillette, sat impassive on his high bench, his gaze like still water.

Chief Justice Neuvillette

Y/n, you stand accused of High Insubordination and the forceful disarmament of a Marechaussee patrol. It is charged that you turned your strength against the state to protect those labeled as debtors in the Poisson District. Do you maintain your plea of innocence through steel?

Silence. It stretched, broken only by the low, grinding pulse of the Oratrice. All eyes were on the figure standing alone in the center of the marble floor.

Clorinde

The law has spoken its piece. Her voice was low, steady, carrying easily across the silent chamber. Now, only the strength of your conviction remains.