#[Target's Name Is] - bvrningblazes

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Spectre stares the cat down. It was a battle of wills.  . . . He lets out a harumph, before he quickly side steps closer to Blaze. She wins. For now. His tail, which stuck out from behind his cowl, turned a vibrant red as he felt the blood rush to his head standing next to her.

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BLAZE!!!!!!!  BLAZE YOU ARE NOT HELPING BY HAVING A FUCKING OUTBURST IN A COURT OF LAW!!!!!!!!!!!

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No, no, it’s fine. He gets it. Maybe he just got it all wrong. He’ll apologize later to her. After he’s placed in a cell.

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"-- I do hope I'm not interrupting."

The doors to the court room are practically barged into by the feline-- a reminder to herself- and everyone who bore witness- that Blaze was royalty, and that her time and presence would be respected as such. She might be young, but in a courtroom, she would ensure her word were viewed as nothing but equal.

"Blaze. Princess of the Sol Dimension. I was summoned here." Its said with the same sternness, scroll drawn and in hand for all to ensure. A brief glance is given to the cell that Spectre was currently encaged in, and her brow does soften for a split second--

Sympathy wouldn't get her far in this place... She clears her throat, hands placed on her hips.

"... And... I would appreciate if I was caught up to speed on the matter at hand?"

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"Of course, Princess." The Magistrate gave a small, respecting bow of his head as he watched the cat emerge from the doors. As soon as she was a few feet away from the great doors separating the court from the hall, they slammed shut, the air rushing into the room from behind Blaze. "For our second witness to the accused's crime, we bring in one Princess Blaze the cat of the respected Sol Dimension." The Magistrate bows his heads to the seemingly empty benches of the court, before turning his attention to the purple cat once more. "As for a list of charges, I do believe it was listed on the scroll. However, such a list may have been shortened to make it. . . Digestible." Spectre stood nearby, having been teleported back into the cage used for when he is not at the podium. A black veil was put over his face- Courtesy of one of the Kuroko silently tending to things in the background. "But, as for the progress of the Trial, we had already gotten the despicable rogue's master to testify, and we have all learnt, first hand, his motive for deserting his clan and breaking the vow he took on the first day of training. Heinous crimes, and not ones to be taken lightly, dear Princess." The Magistrate was clearly being respectful due to her status... But there was a clear subtle animosity to his words. Anyone who wasn't swept up in his stirring speeches could clearly tell he had it out for the Rogue Ninja. "The Court will now hear the testimony from you, dear Princess, of how a commonfolk traitor ended in your presence; Something we as a clan should have prevented long before you should've even seen him. . . But I digress. By all means." With that, he leaned back in his bench, allowing Blaze to speak her piece.

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It doesn't take her long to find him again. She grabs Spectre, yanks him down to her height, and gives him a quick revenge peck on the face! ...Admittedly, it's over the mask-- she wouldn't take that off without permission, and there's no time to ask... But he's not getting away with that little stunt.

But she's very quick to scarper off again! She's skipping out on her royal work for this, and there's no time to waste. [bvrningblazes]

To say that Spectre's mind was moving a mile a second was an understatement- The rate at which synapses were firing off in utter panic and confusion would probably put the blue blur himself to shame. Even if there was no contact with his actual face, it was less the act and more what it meant. This was... Platonic, right? I mean, she was put up to it by others like he was. Right? Right. Definitely. I mean, he definitely only did it before because he was totally dared to by the others. That's the only reason. There are no others. Definitely. So, it's gotta be the same with her! Therefore, there's no romantic feelings in it. Spectre watches as she scampers off, relieved. He was glad she got that dare done and over with like he had, and that there was no strange feeling between the either of them. . . . He's still gonna hide in this bush, with his scales a dark red with light pink heart patterns across it.

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Time to act like he doesn’t care at all, simply let out a ‘hmph’ in response and turning his head to the side, crossing his arms. Nope. He doesn’t care, not at all.