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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. |
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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[...does he have to kinkshame the boss too, why is his life currently like this]
...Prez. Hey.
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...Ah? [Oh. That's. Yeah.] Oh, Guzma. What is it?
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Well, after giving one last glance to the pit:]
...Of course. I need one after today. [Let's just get outta here then.]
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Since Judy isn't half-dead this trial, it doesn't take her long to hop down from her podium to leave with Chiyuki's notebook clutched tightly in her paws.
This can't go on.]
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Once they get the 'free to go' message, Watanuki just turns and leaves. No time let lingering, no time left to feel sorry for the one who had been claimed by that shadow.
He's angry today, and he's not sure how to handle that.]
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...Well-
Well, no pleasure, but she's not exactly shedding tears this time, either. She feels more cold than anything, and it's only now, after he's dead, that she blinks and her eyes...go back to normal. She shakes her head and breathes deeply.
It's time to leave.]
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