The Wordsmith (
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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[Hanyuu seizes up.]
Is it...a part of her...you find well kept?
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[entirely unruffled, kira countered with:
Since we're all being so honest here, why don't I admit to the real Yoshikage Kira? Do you want so desperately to know what my real secret was?
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Truthfully, that seems both like harsh wording and a high number.
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[ What is wrong with both you and Kimbley, dear lord. It's no wonder you're a match made in heaven. ]
So much for wanting to live an ordinary life.
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Oookay, I think it's about time we wrap it up here, huh? Let's throw our murderer friend over here into the pit of black tentacle monsters and call it a night.
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[yes. that's what is weird here.]
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...Lusamine is suddenly bringing her hands as close to her person as possible.
The fuck is wrong with you, boy]
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...Yes. Tell us.
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[Just...admitting that sort of thing...]