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trusthell2016-03-05 12:00 pm
trustharder) wrote in trusthell2016-03-05 12:00 pm
Take Responsibility.
| And after all has been said and done and all clues have been found, those large steel doors at the end of the hallway open up. The elevator both is and isn't a particularly nice one; it rides smoothly and quickly and it's obviously been kept-up, but there's nothing on the interior walls, lending a claustrophobic feeling to what's already a relatively small space, particularly with all of you in there. (Well. Almost all of you.) No distractions from what just happened, nothing to take your mind off of considering what might, just you and your fellow Survivors in an unadorned steel box. There's no visible panel for buttons, either; looks like it's pre-programmed; at least the ride is a relatively short one, though it's difficult to tell the distance traveled before the door opens again. You would be forgiven for your initial thought being that it opens into a void. It isn't complete darkness, but it's enough of a visual shift from the elevator that it probably takes your eyes some time to adjust; instead of the usual concrete and steel, the walls are a dark, heavy black, making the room look far smaller than it is. There aren't any corners to it, either; the room is tightly circular, complimenting the setup in the center of it. In the center of the room is a circle of podiums, twenty-seven in total, arranged so that everyone standing at them can see each other. So everyone can look each other in the eyes, if they so choose. The podiums are interlocked - there's no cutting across the center of the circle, and for good reason, it looks like there's a lot of nothing down there where the floor should be, just a massive black pit in the center - and each is bearing the title of the person who's assigned to stand at it. No names, just adjectives, emblazoned across two brass panels on the very top and the front of each podium. Affixed to the podium itself is a glass touchscreen panel; it's dark for now, but it'll probably be relevant later. At least the glass is shatterproof, in case things get heated. In general, though, all of the podiums are identical, except for the one intended for Zagi. The podium that should bear Adaptable's title has had a black cloth draped over it, and a copy of Zagi's profile photo is sitting on top of it, framed and colorless, an image in greyscale. It's hard to tell where the Kingmaker's voice comes from, when it does; it seems to come from everywhere and nowhere at once, like it's being piped in from someplace you can't see. But he's very definitely audible when he does speak. "Adaptable has been taken from you. Looks like the guilty among you is attempting to end the exercise by carrying out Rule Seven. It's up to you whether they're held responsible for their actions or not." |
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W-what the hell is all this?!
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Still, solving the murder of Zagi takes precedence now. He grimaces slightly when he sees the 'Titles' emblazoned across the brass panels. He still doesn't know what they're for, and he's really not fond of it.
But again, this is something for later.]
...we can discuss that later. [Quietly.] For now, let's focus on trying to figure out what that we can solve.
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It's a sight to behold... and freak out about, it seems.]
It's lunacy! I've never seen anything like this!
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About all I found out from investigating was that the crime was fairly recent when we found him - the blood trail was still wet.
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Pearl, Shirazu, Black, and I investigated the library. The only thing we really found was a lot of duct tape.
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It was probably the murder weapon. It was one of the kitchen knives.
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Still, this setup...it's not like any trial she's ever seen. That much is clear. ]
So we have to discuss who we think the killer is?
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Looks like it.
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[ Aqua doesn't feel good about this, but what she can do is stay a steady presence. Especially for Misa--she feels a pretty strong attachment toward her, after all. ]
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[Mettaton seems more interested in the floor than the people, given that he's leaning way the hell over his podium to take a look at it, but he'll straighten up a bit after a second.]
Really, somebody's dead and I have no idea who did it. Didn't they win? This should be over by now.
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She's not really expecting an answer but she looks a pretty damn miffed.]
So we're playing judge and jury too?
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[Mettaton, what the hell do you want- ]
We're all doing a wonderful job guessing and stumbling around in the dark! Absolutely fantastic, the very model of...well, twenty-six people with no idea what they're doing!
But if I do say so myself, this has gone from suspense into confusion, and that's no way to keep an audience's attention - so would anyone mind if we used a lifeline and asked our captor exactly why any of this is necessary? Speculation's great, but fan theories can only take us so far, after all!
[...that was a roundabout as fuck way to go SO CAN SOMEBODY ACTUALLY ASK THE KINGMAKER WHAT WE'RE DOING HERE but]
No. Really. For all we know this is just going to be used to turn us against each other later – see who accuses whom of murder and all! So why don't we just cut out some of the guesswork?
PAGING KINGMAKER, AGAIN
[Phrased kind of dramatically, but.]
Kingmaker, why are we required to do this? What would happen if we all just stood here and refused to speculate?
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SELECTION.
[this is the most ridiculous thing, MOVING ON]
The screen in front of you has everyone's titles. Select the title of the person you believe is responsible for Adaptable's death. Majority rules.
[You'll notice the touchpads on your podiums are now glowing, with the titles and pictures of the Survivors displayed.]
It's time for someone to take responsibility.
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[But he doesn't hesitate to select the title when his screen lights up.]
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Re: SELECTION.
[No hesitation, either]
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Her hand hovers over the selection, and then she closes her eyes and presses. ]
DEPENDENT
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We... this isn't right. At all.
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PAGING KINGMAKER
And what if we don't vote?
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Re: SELECTION.
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ACCOUNTABILITY.
The darkness isn't a long one; the lights overhead don't sputter back to life with their vague fluorescent buzz, but rather the center of the circle is illuminated – that dark pit in the center of the circle. Noticeably, Kamui is gone from his podium, no longer standing among the rest of you; he disappeared in silence, with no sort of outcry or mechanical noise to indicate what might have happened to him. He was there before the darkness came, and now that it's gone, so is he.
The center of the pit is stark white now that it's been illuminated, almost uncomfortably so; unlike the rest of the Vault, it's tiled as opposed to concrete, and there's more of that heavy shatterproof glass over it, ensuring that the remaining Survivors can't get down there even if they attempt. Part of the wall slides upwards, disappearing into the space beneath Kamui's podium, and it isn't long before Kamui walks out.
He seems calm enough, though there are clear signs of apprehension – his fists clench slightly at his sides, his eyes dart a little as though trying to see what the trick to this place is. And for a long moment, there isn't anything; Kamui paces a little before his attention is grabbed by a sound that's audible in the pit but not to the rest of the room – though those across from Podium 11 can clearly see what it is.
A portion of the wall has opened up, just like it did for Kamui.
And Zagi steps out.
Kamui takes a step back, muttering something inaudible under his breath; those claws of his are out in an instant. Zagi's dead, he's definitely dead, he consumed his blood himself, why is he-
Dead or not, however, Zagi doesn't seem bothered by Kamui being in front of him; he pulls out a pair of knives from the sheaths strapped to his back – not kitchen knives this time, but massive blades running almost the full length of his arms, and he bounces a little in place before he lunges forward, his features fixed in a sharp grin as he does so.
Kamui holds his ground; when he moves it's unnaturally quickly, his claws plunging deep into Zagi's chest and abdomen, impaling him clean through.
Zagi's expression doesn't change; he's still wearing that strange, unnatural grin. He isn't bleeding. He doesn't seem shocked. And perhaps most importantly, he doesn't seem deterred by the claws at all.]
Goodnight, Dependent.
[The Kingmaker's voice rings out as Zagi brings one of his blades forward, plunging it deeply into Kamui's face, stabbing him through one of those unnatural yellow eyes; he twists the blade upward hard, jerking Kamui's head to the side, and when that second blade comes down against Kamui's neck the decapitation is abrupt and rough.
Kamui's body immediately slumps to the ground, blood splashing crimson all over the white tile, all over Zagi's clothes where he's still impaled on those claws; it's only once the fight is over that Zagi drops to his knees next to Kamui's body. He still isn't bleeding, though, and he doesn't try to pull the claws out; he just...stops, and after a moment he tips his head back, seeming to look at the rest of the people in the circle above.
It's hard to tell whether he's actually seeing anything or not; either way, his features are still trained back into that sharp, manic smile when the pit finally goes dark.]
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[THAT SURE. WAS A THING.]
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Re: ACCOUNTABILITY.
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