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]

Fuck you!

[Gold's too far away at the moment, but he's got no qualms about gripping his cue stick with the absolutely intention of going over sticking that up his ass--]

Chiyuki was nice! Chiyuki was a good person! If you're gonna kill someone, have a goddamn reason for it!

[feistytrader]

[Good thing Silver's around to grab him and hold him back.]

Don't. He's not worth it.

[Silver... Is calm? ...He's too calm.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[He's too calm and Gold's about to snap at him

but it dies off in his throat, growling instead as he points his cue stick across the podiums.]

Chiyuki deserved a lot more than no reason for her death, you asshole! I hope that thing chokes you!

[Gold's so, so livid.]