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

[matchbreaker]

Well it was in metal, but it was pretty thing metal. Like I said, it looked to me like someone punched it. Or maybe kicked it...?

[elepe]

That...I'm not sure about. [Lusamine does think back to what she saw...] I would not count either theory out, but the latter sounds most likely. It would explain the blood that got into the pool, and why he was so damp.

[plegia]

Apparently. He didn't seem to care one way or another when we were discussing it, but it's not like we talked in depth about his memories.

[because gangrel is incapable of talking about anything but himself for more than five minutes]

[plentyfriendly]

Stop fooling around, Gold! We have a murder to solve!

[oyashiromama]

[Okay before we get too off-track:] ...Could it be...a list of people...he thought he could talk to?

[matchbreaker]

If you want me to top lists [ She said, forcing herself. ] Do it when we aren't at risk for our lives!

[firstaid]

[Hmm...]

I suppose that's all the explanation one would need.

[matchbreaker]

So it's toxic? Like to breathe?

[firstaid]

I suppose it is something to think about as we continue discussions.

[foundfate]

How about we try to figure out who killed a man, huh? That's more important right now!

[AKA ask him again later, in private.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[One--]

[uncouthhatcher]

[Two....]

[matchbreaker]

[ She's sort of counting this on her fingers because: ]

So he was hit and killed, burned, then thrown into the pool, then dragged to the medical room, and then bandaged after all that?

Why?

[uncouthhatcher]

[Three????]

Fine, fine! There ain't a harm in it considerin' we were talkin' about all things of things at the last ones, but I'm guessin' a little teasin' is goin' too far!

[uncouthhatcher]

You'd better believe we're gonna pin you down and get it out of you.

[iaspis]

...That is possible.

Of the people here, I found Kimbley one of the easiest to talk to.

[foundfate]

[SIGH]

It might be important, you know. Nitroglycerin is in dynamite. [Something he learned in history, actually, not science. Thank you, Nobel.] If someone was trying to make dynamite, that might explain the burns on Kimbley.

[neverheardofhim]

You'd have to be pretty strong to dent metal like that, thin or not. Not to mention the shit it might do to your hands. [He glanced at his own.] No blood or anything like that?

[matchbreaker]

He was close with some guy named Greed. He was a fake human.

[oyashiromama]

...The one who reminds him of Kira. He told me that if he could, he would've killed that man from the start.

[WELL.]

But when we talked, I...I didn't think it sounded like he would move on the incentive.

[firstaid]

There is a time and a place for this. Right now it is not the time and we don't need to be derailed!

[uncouthhatcher]

A fake human.

[plegia]

[...huh.]

Certainly something worth keeping in mind, anyway.

[He's not really sure what to think of any of that.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Elda...

Actually looks ashamed.

But is trying not to look like it. ]

[foundfate]

Did he talk to you at all this week? Er, about anything that might have been concerning, I mean.