Taking Responsibility.

[kingmakereffect]

And a while after that strange, dark floor is accessed, after you've had time to look things over and get some idea of what's happening...well. There won't be any sort of official announcement to tell you to get downstairs, nor will there be a personal invitation for you to do so. Instead, the doors at the end of the corridor (were they there before? You find that you don't remember. It doesn't matter anymore, though-) slide open, as they always do, and the elevator ride to the courtroom is probably the first familiar thing that's happened all day. It's smooth and quick, though it seems to take a bit longer than it usually does. And when the doors open at the end of the line, the courtroom looks different. The dark, weirdly cylindrical room is largely the same in and of itself, but the usual twenty-seven podium circle is gone; instead, there's a smaller setup in the center of the room - ten podiums total, and you'll likely find the way your spots have been distributed to be very familiar indeed. Of further notice is the balcony - there's a structure that wasn't there before in view of the courtroom, situated high above, barred-in by a railing that'd probably be at about waist-height on your average person; there's no one up there just yet, however. There are so few of you now. It seems that today there are no speeches to give; maybe the Kingmaker is absent, maybe he just doesn' have anything to say. Either way, however, the implication in the fact that you're here at all is clear. For one last time, make the guilty take responsibility.

Comments

[kingmakereffect]

[Stan's already covered Visionary, so...]

She was important too.

[notjustawriter]

Another friend?

[kingmakereffect]

She wasn't my friend, no.

[captainobnoxious]

[THAT DOESN'T ANSWER HER SOUL QUESTION]

Was she Silver's?

[kingmakereffect]

No, she wasn't.

[isafraid]

Still, you say that she was important.

[...] Was she a mole?

[kingmakereffect]

No, Sensitive. She wasn't a mole.

[amygdalae]

...was she Glory's friend?

[Look if you're faced with clearly advanced AI which nerdy self-respecting scientist wouldn't take the chance.

At least he already had the experience with JARVIS.]

[goodforsomething]

...you talkin' about Mettaton, or someone else?

[kingmakereffect]

...What does Mettaton have to do with any of this?

[goodforsomething]

I know she was his friend. Thought maybe you two talked about her, and that's why her file's out.

[kingmakereffect]

I didn't talk with Mettaton that much, Charismatic.

[cherryblooded]

They were, slash are, friends from their home. It's a reasonable guess.

[kingmakereffect]

...I suppose it's slightly less stupid than some of the questions I've gotten, Dedicated.

[goodforsomething]

Thank you.

[cherryblooded]

...If she was actually a mole and Mouri has been right about every major theory I'd previously dismissed, I am going to punch myself in the face.

[sleepingkogoro]

[wow so much faith]

[cherryblooded]

[SORRY]

[captainobnoxious]

Don't do that, honey. Let me. I'll make it count.

[cherryblooded]

Don't need another punch from you that badly.

[goodforsomething]

Let Mouri do it, it's his thing.

[captainobnoxious]

Oooh, true. Give 'em a good one, detective.

[and leave the third pom that was barking at you over it alone]

[isafraid]

Anyway....

[Leeeeet's try to stay on topic, people!]

[captainobnoxious]

[... Thanks Stan.]

So she was one of your friends? [...] Did she ever tell you the color of your soul?

[kingmakereffect]

[well]