Take Responsibility.

[wordsmithery]

Again, the elevator is waiting for you after the allotted time for investigation is over; it idles almost patiently at each floor, waiting for everyone to be on board before sending all of you up to the courtroom high above. Over a third of your original number is dead. The losses are made all the more apparent by the addition of several greyed-out portraits around the podium circle at the center of the room; Kira, Mercy, Judy, Nick, and Kimbley have all joined the ranks of the deceased, their podiums draped in black. Meanwhile, the lectern above stands empty. The Wordsmith waits for everyone to find their place in the circle before he speaks; once that much has been done, his voice can be heard easily throughout the room. "Welcome back, Apprentices. The past several days have been troublesome indeed, and I need not point out that your number has dropped significantly. But a matter even more pressing requires your attention at the moment. In accordance with Rule Seven, the guilty seeks to leave the university and rewrite history. If you wish to prevent that, hold them accountable and have them take responsibility for the fate of Incendiary." Nineteen Apprentices remain. However many leave here at the end of the day is up to you.

Comments

[oyashiromama]

It can be.

[A little haunted, that.]

[foundfate]

[He's got a high-school level of chemistry knowledge, maybe he knows it!

When the paper gets to him, he looks at it, and. Nope. No clue.]

...well it's not water, at least.

[uncouthhatcher]

I can't believe you smelled it, dude, you got onto me last time about tastin' evidence, what if it'd been something that could've killed you?

[tsugomori]

They were wet, like they had been put on after the pool escapades.

[feistytrader]

One whiff isn't going to kill me.

[deofoled]

[...]

I've done it, but in the middle of combat. I've never thought about it in much detail.

[uncouthhatcher]

And one lick ain't gonna kill me.

[quadruples]

[ Viktor looks a little uncomfortable as he heads over to his podium; he hates this, he hates having to do this. It doesn't get easier. ]

Orihime and I investigated the chem lab. Some containers were sitting out on the counter; methanol and various solvents, plus copper chloride. [ He whips out his phone to check the picture he took to make sure he got the names right. ] They've all been used.

Additionally, we found some notes. Some of it was written in German and we couldn't understand it, and there was a layman's explanation on making chlorine gas.

[ He'll also pull out this. ]

This was in one of the drawers. It looks unfinished, and the handwriting matches the other notes we found in the lab.

[neverheardofhim]

[Squints. Are we going down a rabbit hole this early.]

A what?

[foundfate]

Depending on the chemical, it could. But if it's a solid like that, then you're probably okay.

[iaspis]

[You are going to regret asking this question.

She flips to another page and begins to read, in the most serious and monotone voice:]

I've played nice for a month
Still waiting to die
I'm so fucking cut off
I'm so fucking cut off
I'm so fucking cut off
I can't breath in this place

[......]

We... spoke before about his... troubles, but I didn't know how bad they were.

[THERE'S MORE BUT
LET'S DO THIS PIECE-BY-PIECE FOR APPROPRIATE REACTIONS.]

[matchbreaker]

Wouldn't that depend a lot on what he was hit with?

[uncouthhatcher]

[SEE SEE THANKS WATANUKI, THANKS, YOU'RE A PAL, YOU GOT HIS BACK!!!!]

[elepe]

[Well, Lusamine's got her hands on her hips already and looks like she's staring down literally damn everyone.]

Whomever messed with the pool should truly be ashamed of themselves. Really, glass outside of the pool? Scorch marks? Not to mention all of the blood in the pool! Absolutely disgusting!

[Culprit, you got some explaining to do.]

Of course, there was blood outside of the pool as well, because clearly no one knows how to clean up after themselves. There was a trail of blood going from the pool, to the men's changing room, all the way to the infirmary. It's rather likely Mr. Kimbley was carried there, if I had to take a guess.

...And no, for the record, I did not go inside the changing room. A good kick to open the door prevented that.

[neverheardofhim]

Thanks, F-- Elda.

So he was messing with something that goes into a pool? [He still sounds confused, but he's certain that someone else will understand this.]

[uncouthhatcher]

A hot or not list! It's where you list out everyone's names and then you give 'em a rating or one to ten. It's fun!

[matchbreaker]

[ she nods ]

Alright, so that's a little beginning of a timeline, right? Pool stuff, then bandages. Though I guess that means we aren't ure if fire or the hit were before or after any of that.

[byday]

It looks like nitroglycerin.

[Batman might know these things...Bruce Wayne does not.]

...At least, I think so. I'm not entirely sure.

[acherontiastyx]

...wait. Isn't that the stuff you can accidentally make if you mix bleach and ammonia.

[matchbreaker]

Of course, Tethras.

[ Curtly! Politely! After all, this is serious.

That said, she doesn't know shit about why there are chemicals in the pool, just that there clearly are based on the smell. ]

[iaspis]

[......actually]

He did have a list of names. My name was the only one not crossed out on it.

[tsugomori]

Hmm, well, from Kimbley the only injury I noticed that could have bled would be his head injury. It seemed that bad, at any rate.

If we're looking for anymore injuries that produced bleeding, it wouldn't be from Kimbley.

[uncouthhatcher]

[......... UM.]

Uh, yeah, that sounds like about what I was expectin' from the words "he wrote all over his walls," actually, there's stuff like that in thrillers all the time.

[... He's. He's gonna regret asking this, but.]

Is there... more, or, is that it.

[uncouthhatcher]

[... WELL SHIT]

Guess he thought you were the hottest. Who else was there?

[matchbreaker]

[ . . .

It's really hitting her now that man is dead. He'd let her feed off him, and he was demented, and a human. But- ]