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Sylvia Redbright ([personal profile] brightwitch) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2016-09-27 09:56 pm

Night's Pardon (25th September)

Once in a while, the Night Council review their list of wanted criminals and convicts and decide, whether for political reasons or to save on paperwork, that this list could do with trimming. That time has come around again, and it just happens to coincide with the purge of ex-Circle Midnight witches from the city. Those who suspect no mere coincidence would be right: this was Sylvia's idea. She's aware that there are a minority of witches who sympathise with the plight of Circle Midnight even after they pledged their allegiance to the Islington Nest. And because it is important for leaders to show mercy as well as strength, this is her show of mercy. Even if no Midnight witches are acquitted, she can still say that the offer was made.

And so here it is: the Chamber of Justice, a large circular courtroom in the Night Council headquarters. It looks much like any regular courtroom except that the five Night Council members sit in place of a judge, and there is no jury, only a select audience to watch the pardons being granted. There is no guarantee that any plea will be accepted, only that it will be heard. One by one, the condemned party and their sponsor are invited to come to the stand in order to make their case.

"Step forward." Sylvia waits for both parties to stand before addressing the sponsor. "Please make your statement on behalf of the condemned."

The sponsor is allowed to make an opening statement outlining their case, which must last no longer than five minutes. After that, the Night Council may question either the sponsor or the condemned until they are satisfied that they can reach a decision. The verdict must be unanimous in order for the pardon to be granted.
knightscode: Puppyeyes (♠38)

[personal profile] knightscode 2016-10-01 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
The wait is agonising, and Lancelot feels his stomach turning a little with every minute that passes. He keeps hold of Nancy's hands, as if pressing comfort into her directly, and when the door opens and everyone comes back he can't decide if he feels fear or relief that at least they'll now find out for sure either way.

This is it, do or die.

He lets go of one of her hands because leads her by the other, trying for his best encouraging smile even though she probably feels far sicker than he does.
stauncherhearted: (and here i'll stay)

[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2016-10-01 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
The entire time they're gone, Nancy can't stop shaking. She holds on to Lance's hand like its a lifeline. She doesn't speak, unable to trust herself to say anything further. She just sits, trying very hard to breathe. By the time the Council returns, Nancy is sure they've already decided to banish her.

Nancy lets Lance lead her, unable to properly work her own limbs. She's on the verge of nausea, pale under her few visible freckles.

Still she stands when addressed. She's sure she's exiled. At the very least.
Edited 2016-10-01 22:57 (UTC)
knightscode: Kicked puppyeyes (♠39)

[personal profile] knightscode 2016-10-01 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
He gets as far as the word pardon before Lancelot lets out a breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding, turns and tugs Nancy aggressively into his arms.

They've done it.

Lancelot was so sure they would, before it all started, but the nerves had gnawed at him. Doubt had creeped in.

"Thank you," he manages, although it's a little weak as the tension drains out of him.
stauncherhearted: (omg!!)

[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2016-10-02 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
She's screaming in delight before her name has been said. With the biggest of smiles, she throws herself at Lance, wrapping her arms around his neck. She jumps in her excitement, feet leaving the ground. She is crying openly now, though the tears' are no longer of fear.

"Thank you!" She says, at the Nigh Council, and then leans in to give Lance a kiss on his cheek. "thank you!" She lets go of him, grinning, laughing. God, she needed a drink.