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trusthell2017-02-11 12:03 pm
wordsmithery) wrote in trusthell2017-02-11 12:03 pm
Take Responsibility.
| The ride up to the courtroom occurs, as before, after an allotted period of time for investigation; the elevator waits patiently for you at each floor - third, second, first - before sending you upwards and on your way to the courtroom high above. As always, the trip is a smooth one; granted, after everything that the morning had been, any small comfort that fact may bring is likely not helping much. There are three less of you this time around, a fact reflected in the podium circle standing in the middle of the room; Alani, Milla and Chiyuki have all joined the ranks of the deceased, their podiums draped in black and their portraits in greyscale keeping a watchful eye over the rest of the trial circle. There's still no one present in the lectern above; however, once everyone has found their place in the circle, the Wordsmith's voice can be heard throughout the room. "I can see that matters are beginning to seem dire for you, Apprentices. I am sure that you all cared for Sympathetic in some measure—all except the guilty party. And now it falls to you once again to determine who that is. For your own sake as well as Sympathetic's, hold her killer accountable and have them take responsibility for their actions." Twenty-four Apprentices remain. We'll see how many remain at the end of the day. |
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[ WHAT THE FUCK ]
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[WELL Judy almost regrets not going to where the body was, but not just through sheer, morbid curiosity.]
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[An explosion, though...]
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But there was also this- [He holds up a broken cuestick-] and some broken... Pool balls.
[He's pretty sure that's not what they're called.]
None of them looked like they were part of the explosion.
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A mannequin? [It doesn't help that he... really doesn't know what that is.]
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[... That's all. He looks uncomfortable saying it, but. She is. He's also notably at Silver's podium today, because though he promised Guzma to look after Lusamine, Watanuki and Silver are surrounded by death and that is not cool.]
So, well, fire's my damn specialty, see? And that explosions was definitely her cause of death -- there was an area of the room that looked like it'd been scorched, basically, not just some stream of it either. More like a big flare. I found some glass around there too, even in the walls.
[Which he will take out! of his... jacket pockets, very carefully, I'm sorry. Just a few.
It's notable that there's two kinds of glass he's setting out; a thinner one, that's certainly reminiscent of a cocktail glass base and a little of the connecting bottom, and pieces he arranges to show they've got a rounded shape.]
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No comment on anything, just...she was a mannequin because of fucking course she was. Why the fuck not. God, he's so fucking done with today and it's just starting.]
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Either you have quite the evidence to present or you chose an interesting time to do a tasting, Varric.
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Anyway... ]
Well, let's get ourselves started off, shall we? Sharing our investigation results always proves to be helpful...
So, while I was looking around in the bar with a few others, I noticed that a bottle of alcohol and a cocktail glass was missing. Curious, isn't it?
[ Where in Carmen San Diego did those go off to?
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All of these were out of place and had something taken from them too.
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Guess I found your missin' cocktail glass then, even if it ain't fit to be usin' anymore. Had a pretty nice tastin' drink in it too.
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MODS!!!
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[grumble, grumble.]
Right. So what do we got here. I didn't find anything.
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[Judy has her notebook flipped to a page titled INVESTIGATION, though not a whole lot is written for pieces of evidence.]
All the drawers and cabinets were thrown open, and things inside looked like they'd been picked through. As new rooms open up, I've been trying to keep an eye on what things are where in the event of more cases like this...and nothing was missing. It looked like someone was looking for something, but didn't find what they wanted.
There was something else missing, though. A cold pack from the freezer. Unless someone else found it, that's awol.
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injury check;
[ This is about to probably sound really stupid, but -- ]
It may be possible that our "culprit" is hiding some sort of injury, maybe from the broken pool stick, choosing an ice pack or something for the next best thing. Normally people place ice packs on their heads, right? And I'll just ask to see everyone's hands just in case they were injured there too.
[ If anyone checks his hands or head, it's clear he's free of any injuries. ]
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[ SHE'S PROUD OF YOU.
In any case, no injuries here! ]
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Re: injury check;
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[Kira laughed, a surprisingly casual and light sound as though he'd just heard a genuinely amusing joke. Very calmly, he spoke up in a clear and level voice.]
My name is Yoshikage Kira. I'm 33 years old. My house is in the northeast section of Morioh, where all the villas are, and I am not married.I work as an employee for the Kameyu department store, and I get home every day by eight PM at the latest. I don't smoke, but I occasionally drink.
I am telling you this because I am one who wants a quiet life above all else. I don't trouble myself with things like 'winning' or 'losing' that would cause me to lose sleep.
[The pleasant tone and expression vanished like the cloud of smoke following an explosion. Kira's eyes were ice cold, his voice dropping to something cruel and indifferent.]
I'm tired of all this roundabout discussion and theorizing of secrets and abilities. I only wish to live my quiet life the way that I am, with the pastime that I enjoy.
If you think that is why Chiyuki had to die, I would like to see any of you prove it.
[ STAND MASTER: YOSHIKAGE KIRA ]
[FIGHT]
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It doesn't seem like there's much that I can think of. You're quite the fortunate one, aren't you? To be able to pull something off like this without something obvious behind.
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Cat herding time~
[Seriously.]
Here's what we know: while Chiyuki's body was a temporary one that looked like a mannequin or porcelain doll, she was still able to be killed. The cause of death was an explosion, using a chemical mixture containing sodium azide, which was missing from the chemistry lab. There was a broken pool cue and some burned billiard balls, but they didn't look to be broken in the explosion.
Fragments of porcelain with paint on them were found over in the game room, and an ice pack was missing from the infirmary.
We've heard testimony stating that it wouldn't be common knowledge that sodium azide is used to make fireworks or explosives. That means our murderer knew what they were doing ahead of time, especially given the lack of science texts in the library.
So far, we haven't seen anyone with any obvious injuries that didn't have another explanation.
What are we missing?
SELECTION.
[Even the Wordsmith sounds rattled by this point, but calls out above the imminent anarchy in the courtroom]
You know what to do. Hold the guilty accountable.
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> AVERAGE
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ACCOUNTABILITY.
And then the center of the pit illuminates itself, the bright white light pouring in from the arena nearly blinding in its brilliance, and once everyone's eyes adjust it will become immediately obvious that Kira is no longer among you.
A few moments later, the door far beneath Podium 22 slides open with a soft grinding sound; it takes a second, but eventually Yoshikage Kira emerges from the emptiness behind it. There's an odd, empty neutrality to his expression as he enters the pit, raking his hands back through his hair to ensure that it's still in place and pressing vague preening motions against his suit; just the same, there's a brightness to his eyes – they're cold but they're alert, and as he adjusts his cufflinks and ensures that his sleeves are lying flat, his gaze remains high on the walls, looking for the inky darkness that he knows should be approaching from above Chiyuki's old podium.
And approach it does, spilling into existence above Podium Five; it begins to follow the usual pattern, pouring down onto the floor like silt before tracing along the outside of the circle, moving first away from him to trail counterclockwise toward him, ensuring that he has as much time as possible to process what's surely about to happen. Kira watches, and as he watches he moves, stepping away from its approach a bit only to stop when that brings him a little too close to the source; he moves back a little at the realization, and oddly enough, when he pulls away the darkness halts its approach from the other side.
And for a good, long while, there's nothing.
There isn't any movement from the silt, with the exception of the ambient, constant flowing movement that courses along its length; there isn't any movement from Kira, either, he just remains where he is and tries to keep an eye on all of it at once. After a long moment, though, he edges back a little, moving toward the walls, the doors, all the better to watch as much of the circle at once as he can; he doesn't seem aware of what he's doing, clearly unnerved by the lack of an attack, the lack of a proper approach, and before he seems to register what he's doing he hits the wall with his shoe. His back follows quickly enough, pressing against the wall with eyes widened, distrusting.
The mass of silt doesn't move; the usual tendrils at the end of it don't form.
Those across the circle from him, though, will clearly see the ones that do.
A large amount of shadowy liquid suddenly bursts forth from the walls directly behind Kira's wrists, enveloping his hands and pinning him in place; he jerks abruptly at the sensation of it, his teeth gritted in what's unmistakably a snarl before he thrashes a bit, struggling like a snared animal, his actions wild and sharp until something seems to break - something in his right wrist simply snaps, the pain of it dropping him forward a bit as the tendrils of darkness wrap around his arms, his chest, pouring down over his body even as he continues to thrash against it, any calculated coldness in his gaze quickly giving way to unmitigated panic.]
Goodnight, Average.
[The Wordsmith's voice can be heard just before the shadowy mass envelops Kira entirely, pressing him back against the wall before it simply flattens out, consuming him whole before pouring down to the floor and spreading out, joining the rest of the dark silt in seeping down into the ground.
After a moment, the Wordsmith will address the rest of the Apprentices still standing around the circle.]
You're free to go.
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...She doesn't register the 'free to go' message for some time after the fact, unless someone rouses her from the seeming daydream--either way she'll leave, but...what a show.]
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