Take...Responsibility?

[kingmakereffect]

Unlike previous weeks in the Vault, there was no specifically allotted time for investigation; for the first time, this weekend the elevator doors remain closed at the end of the first floor corridor. There's no getting down into the courtroom from here – but then, you don't need to. After all, no one is dead. Just the same, however, a crime has been committed; perhaps not one that warrants any sort of death penalty, but one of your number was attacked by someone else still walking among you. The dining hall has been chosen as the allotted meeting place for the day; it's not the same as the trial circle by a long shot, but even so, the portraits of the deceased watch the proceedings from the far wall. Ten Survivors still remain. Let's see who wanted to lower that number by one – or nine.

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[garudynamic]

[His eyes flick over, finally looking at Black. Gaze blank and dull. Glassy]

Okay. I... I hope you all keep that in mind, whenever you decide what to do. For... my sake.

[And he looks away, pushing Napstablook's headphones up onto his head from his neck, his fingers moving in his pocket around his mp3 player. A pause, and he pulls it out, looking at it. The battery finally died.

Yosuke gives a small noise that might be a laugh in some alternate reality where things aren't awful, and with a sudden jerky moment swings him arm to the side, flinging the small device aside, like he could have thrown his knife- hard, and into the wall with enough force that it cracks loudly. The headphones dig into his neck and pulls half off his head and the jack pulls out of the wires. They won't play again]

I'm going to my room.

[He assumes Cherryblod will follow. He doesn't look back to be sure.]

[cherryblooded]

[Of course he's following. There's no reason he wouldn't.

The rest will deal with the punishments themselves. He has confidence in them, still.

Somehow.]

[penduli]

[ ...all he wanted to do was not fuck up with Yosuke.

Well.

So much for that. ]