Take Responsibility.

[wordsmithery]

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.

Comments

[uncouthhatcher]

She's a doll.

[... 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.]

[officerhops]

Explosions...

[Judy echoes Gold's words, whipping out her notebook and putting it on the podium in front of her. She doesn't say anything else, just writing something quickly onto her paper.]

[oyashiromama]

[Gold... Hanyuu stays where she is but quietly resolves to speak with him, if- ...when this is all over.]

[modernmedicine]

I can confirm what you were saying about the cause of death. I don't think anyone would have survived that blast.

[foundfate]

[Oh hi Gold. That's one less worry for Watanuki, since Silver has someone there with him.]

There's not really any materials for bomb-making here. Whoever did this, they definitely would have had to improvise. Maybe the glass was part of a makeshift bomb?

[uncouthhatcher]

[Oh trust, there is no way these two are parting until voting demands it.]

Not the thin glass, since that had a drink in it, but the other bits coulda. Only place I can think of that's got a chance at havin' things to make explosives at is the chem lab too.

[introspects]

Did you get a chance to investigate the chem lab, Gold-kun?

[uncouthhatcher]

I wish. Nah, I stuck around and helped out with the good doctor and Silver since I know what stuff looks like when you burn the hell outta it, I was just messin' around a lot in the lab last week tryin' to see what I could do with everything.

[he might've had poofers. no big explosions like this, but.]