Being multiple people was annoying, if not a pain, especially when those multiple people are very different from each other. You know, if he had the choice, he would not use this ability, but without it, he and his powers would go haywire, more than likely destroying everything.
Anyway, Hezago sat at the judge's bench, observing the pandemonium unfolding around him as the plaintiff and defendant engaged in a heated exchange. The plaintiff and the defendant were screaming at each other, and the witness just sat, looking very nervous, whereas he was just sitting there, scrolling through a holographic screen.
A notification then promptly popped up on his screen, and it seemed to be from Annabeth. Hezago breathed, slightly, or not very, annoyed. He raised his hand in a futile attempt to restore order, but the courtroom continued to disregard his authority. Exhausted and in dire need of rest, he learned from Annabeth's notification that Borealia teetered on the brink of civil war, a situation demanding his attention.
Having enough of the noise, he lifted a gavel and tapped it vigorously three times. The room immediately went silent, with all heads turning towards him. He then began to speak. “As per the order of the Galaxian High Court, Yukasev Mandeon, you have been found guilty of rape and murder. Your execution will be-”
The Defence Council did not take that lightly.
“What!? You didn't even ask the jury w-”
“Jury Overridden.”
“...What?”
“You heard me, Jury Overridden.”
“There is not reasonable proof that this man is guilty!”
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Hezago sighed. Unbeknownst to these people, he had the ability to read their minds without them even realising it. Normally, a spell would be cast to display the memories like any other holographic screen, but that was made illegal when those who were not guilty had their private information released to the public.
“I quite think there is, thank you. Video proof, even. However, showing that jurisdiction has been reached, I deem that unnecessary.” The jury, visibly fuming, stayed silent, not wanting to cross the head of the highest court in all of Galaxia. “That is unreasonable, I se-” “This criminal will face execution at the Sunshine Slaughterhouse. You are all dismissed.” The jury was in uproar, but their complaints were ignored. Hezago sighed, annoyed. He had a lawsuit and another two cases to cover, and he really, really, wanted a nap.
“Please find your positions.” Hezago said, as the jury and others flowed in. “Alright,” he said. “What would be the case for this evening?” The prosecution spoke immediately. Oddly enough, there was no defendant. “My client is suing your government over the seizing of his land.” Hezago sighed. He knew signing that 90 year land seizure bill wasn't necessarily a good idea, but when you’re underwater, you have to make use of what you have. “In what manner?”
“The return of land and material compensation, along with benefits that would not normally be had.”
“Refused”
“What do you mean? My client rightfully deserves th-”
“Look, the land seized from him has been done so rightfully under the 90 year economic land usage bill, and is therefore legal. I see no problem wi-”
“I am absolutely disappointed with the lack of sensibility you are displaying! I a-”
“Please discuss this with the jury.” Hezago said, as one of his cats, Max, appeared on his desk. He took a breath, annoyed, as he scratched his cat's ears. This compensation that this lawyer was asking for was quite literally breaking the law, as upon the signage of that bill he mentioned, the land this old man owned was no longer his, and is now property of the government. Although from the outside it seemed unsensible, when land has been sitting empty for more than 90 years, it really starts to take a toll on the economy.
Glancing at his father's pocket watch—now a relic of his own temporal woes—Hezago realised he'd been in this legal limbo for an eternity. Six weeks without a wink of sleep, and his eyelids felt like they were made of lead. With a weary wave, he summoned the court's attention, his gaze piercing through the minds around him. Decision time.
"The seizure of Mr. White's land? Totally by the book. The Appleland Dam's got the green light. Two grand for your troubles, Mr. White, and a grand fine if you kick up a fuss again."
The courtroom erupted like a soda can in a paint shaker. The Appleland dam was about as popular as a mosquito at a blood bank. Half the room figured it'd get snapped up by some corporate shark; the other half thought it'd turn into an accidental waterpark if the government spaced out.
"Silence!" Hezago's voice boomed, Max the cat jolting upright, fur on end. "I'm the judge, and if need be, the executioner. My word is law."
"Rubbish! Absolute rubbish!"
"Call it what you will, but argue with the wall, 'cause I'm done here. Court dismissed!"
The crowd's grumbles bounced off Hezago like rubber balls off a battleship. They could whine to the queen, but surprise—he wore that crown too. No self-respecting monarch would oust themselves for a bit of rabble-rousing.
And that's just a snooze-fest snippet of Hezago's day-to-day. What's next? Alien traffic court? Intergalactic tax evasion? Who knows.
[…Transmission Complete…]
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According to King Hezago himself, when it comes to being multiple people, there is often the problem of the personalities of his 'other selfs' bleeding over!
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