I haven't the patience for your asinine insults, but let me acquaint you with my fork.
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the anvil crashed down on the table, calling for order as the courtroom buzzed with angry voices. The judge leaned over his oaken desk, his mouth twisted into an ugly snarl as he glared bracingly at everyone there. "I called for order, ORDER IN THE COURT!!!" He roared, spittle flying from his mouth and hitting the unfortunate court martial who'd been standing in front of the judge's seat. The martial tried very hard to keep the look of disgust off his face as he felt the glob of spit slide painfully slowly down the back of his neck. He'd be taking a long, scalding hot, shower tonight to be sure.
The attention of everyone in that room focused briefly on the judge, before they all lapsed into an uneasy silence, broken only by the occasional whisper. Yet no one's eyes remained on the aging kia who sat in the judge's seat, no, they all were focused on the dirty green kiamara who sat in chains in a steel cage, a casual smirk on his face.
Clearing his throat loudly the judge turned to look down his nose at the handsome kia who seemed so unconcerned with his state of imprisonment. "For the courts records we require you to STATE YOUR NAME." He bellowed, eyes puffing out manically and giving him an appearance of ill health. The crowd shifted anxiously, not yet sure if this was normal for the judge. But the kia in the chains looked up at him with hooded green eyes and smiled eerily.
"I do beg your pardon, but I didn't quite catch that. What is it you require?" He practically purred it out.
The judges face reddened in disblief and anger, and he leaned forward with a curled upper lip to speak, breathing in a deep gust of air, and then shouting even louder than before. "STATE YOUR NAME FOR THE COURT!!!" And in a movement so graceful that the crowd gasped in astonishment, the captive kia sprang to his feet, stretching out his suddenly freed arms and called out in an achingly smooth voice,
"My name is
The shouting and screaming was loud and immediate, one women kept shrieking "HOW DID HE GET LOOSE!?!? HOW DID HE GET LOOSE?!!?" While the Court martials jumped anxiously and approached the cage, none of them wanting to get particularly near the malevolent kia, who was eyeing them so....hungrily. The court martial who had been spat on by the judge stalked over and glared at Hannibal.
"Give me your paws." His voice was steely and firm, but still Hannibal only looked at him for a long moment, before another eerie smile slid across his countenance and he casually pushed his paws through the cage bars.
"Go ahead, after all, they worked soooo well the first time." He purred out, his eyes sparking strangely in the light of the courtroom. The court martial had to fight down nausea and revulsion as he touched the kias skin in order to place the cuffs on him, almost certain that he heard the abomination whisper, "Ooooh smells TASTY." So it was no surprise when he quickly stumbled away, fairly certain the cuffs had been put on properly, but not caring enough to go near Hannibal Lector again and find out!
Though many of the assembled kias now were looking longingly at the door, and thinking of the nightmares they'd be having tonight, they all had settled into a somewhat fearful silence. There was a long moment of quiet in the room, a sort of expectant silence, as though something terrible was going to happen...but nothing did. So the judge cleared his throat and turned to Hannibal.
"S-state your age for the court."
He said, his voice less blustery and more uncertain, a quiver of what sounded suspiciously like fear in his voice. And the accused kiamara grinned wickedly, as though he had planned this from the start and it was all going swimmingly.
"I am
" He stated calmly. His eyes focusing without blinking on the judge, who was already beginning to sweat as though he were the one on trial.
"A-a-and your sex for the court."
He said weakly, having a feeling that nothing good was going to come of this, and suddenly feeling very old.
The green kiamara's eyes twinkled wickedly for a moment, "Hardcore and long. Oh! I see," He left a pause so the audience could murmur angrily about his arrogance, "Well, I can prove it to you if you like, but I am
your honour."
He said, throwing out the title with a near jeer tinting his honey-toned voice.
The trial seemed to have been going for ages, though in reality it had only been half an hour, all the legal jibber jabber that was required had been said, and now they were getting to the nitty gritty stuff. Hannibal had elected to represent himself, no lawyer, no anything, just him. It seemed like an open shut case, the evidence was quite overwhelming after all.
Finally it came time to ask the questions, gripping the edge of the desk the judge looked almost fearfully at Hannibal, somehow fearing that what happened next was not only going to cause great damage to him, but quite possibly to the kia world at large as well.
"How do you plead to the accusation of killing 14 critical care patients and-and-and eating them."
He whispered, brow sweating to the point where the sweat was dripping into his eyes and making his vision somewhat blurred.
Hannibal leaned forward against the bars, a wicked smile curving slowly across his face.
"I plead
to 14 counts of murder and cannibalism. You've positively 
my numbers, it was at LEAST 
."
The attention of everyone in that room focused briefly on the judge, before they all lapsed into an uneasy silence, broken only by the occasional whisper. Yet no one's eyes remained on the aging kia who sat in the judge's seat, no, they all were focused on the dirty green kiamara who sat in chains in a steel cage, a casual smirk on his face.
Clearing his throat loudly the judge turned to look down his nose at the handsome kia who seemed so unconcerned with his state of imprisonment. "For the courts records we require you to STATE YOUR NAME." He bellowed, eyes puffing out manically and giving him an appearance of ill health. The crowd shifted anxiously, not yet sure if this was normal for the judge. But the kia in the chains looked up at him with hooded green eyes and smiled eerily.
"I do beg your pardon, but I didn't quite catch that. What is it you require?" He practically purred it out.
The judges face reddened in disblief and anger, and he leaned forward with a curled upper lip to speak, breathing in a deep gust of air, and then shouting even louder than before. "STATE YOUR NAME FOR THE COURT!!!" And in a movement so graceful that the crowd gasped in astonishment, the captive kia sprang to his feet, stretching out his suddenly freed arms and called out in an achingly smooth voice,
"My name is
The shouting and screaming was loud and immediate, one women kept shrieking "HOW DID HE GET LOOSE!?!? HOW DID HE GET LOOSE?!!?" While the Court martials jumped anxiously and approached the cage, none of them wanting to get particularly near the malevolent kia, who was eyeing them so....hungrily. The court martial who had been spat on by the judge stalked over and glared at Hannibal.
"Give me your paws." His voice was steely and firm, but still Hannibal only looked at him for a long moment, before another eerie smile slid across his countenance and he casually pushed his paws through the cage bars.
"Go ahead, after all, they worked soooo well the first time." He purred out, his eyes sparking strangely in the light of the courtroom. The court martial had to fight down nausea and revulsion as he touched the kias skin in order to place the cuffs on him, almost certain that he heard the abomination whisper, "Ooooh smells TASTY." So it was no surprise when he quickly stumbled away, fairly certain the cuffs had been put on properly, but not caring enough to go near Hannibal Lector again and find out!
Though many of the assembled kias now were looking longingly at the door, and thinking of the nightmares they'd be having tonight, they all had settled into a somewhat fearful silence. There was a long moment of quiet in the room, a sort of expectant silence, as though something terrible was going to happen...but nothing did. So the judge cleared his throat and turned to Hannibal.
"S-state your age for the court."
He said, his voice less blustery and more uncertain, a quiver of what sounded suspiciously like fear in his voice. And the accused kiamara grinned wickedly, as though he had planned this from the start and it was all going swimmingly.
"I am
" He stated calmly. His eyes focusing without blinking on the judge, who was already beginning to sweat as though he were the one on trial."A-a-and your sex for the court."
He said weakly, having a feeling that nothing good was going to come of this, and suddenly feeling very old.
The green kiamara's eyes twinkled wickedly for a moment, "Hardcore and long. Oh! I see," He left a pause so the audience could murmur angrily about his arrogance, "Well, I can prove it to you if you like, but I am
your honour." He said, throwing out the title with a near jeer tinting his honey-toned voice.
The trial seemed to have been going for ages, though in reality it had only been half an hour, all the legal jibber jabber that was required had been said, and now they were getting to the nitty gritty stuff. Hannibal had elected to represent himself, no lawyer, no anything, just him. It seemed like an open shut case, the evidence was quite overwhelming after all.
Finally it came time to ask the questions, gripping the edge of the desk the judge looked almost fearfully at Hannibal, somehow fearing that what happened next was not only going to cause great damage to him, but quite possibly to the kia world at large as well.
"How do you plead to the accusation of killing 14 critical care patients and-and-and eating them."
He whispered, brow sweating to the point where the sweat was dripping into his eyes and making his vision somewhat blurred.
Hannibal leaned forward against the bars, a wicked smile curving slowly across his face.
"I plead
to 14 counts of murder and cannibalism. You've positively my numbers, it was at LEAST ."
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