trusthell | 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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Hey, Varric! Gimme some of that alcohol you've got with you, I think our salaryman here could use a drink!

[He's been berated enough this round, what's one more reason.]

[Have some of this Vermouth, kid. He'll walk it over to you and everything.]

The hell are you going to do?

[You'll see. He'll wave Silver off, giving him the cue stick to show it's no big deal

and the minute he's close enough to Kira he's fucking throwing alcohol all over him.]

. . .

[that was rude and Kira genuinely looked like he was pulling his hand back to throw a punch]

Edited 2017-02-11 20:09 (UTC)

[BRING IT OLD MAN, GOLD'S GOT A BOTTLE HE'S NOT AFRAID TO THROW AT YOU.

... WHICH HE WILL, I'M SORRY.]

[Oh hell no, Silver's running on over no one punches his friend but him-]

[Uh excuse you! Varric is at least going to try and run over there to interrupt this shit show before it gets started. Go ahead and hit the dwarf instead.]

[What the fuck, Gold, why this.]