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

[uncouthhatcher]

[...]

It ain't gonna be anything pretty.

[oyashiromama]

I know. But I can promise you I've seen worse.

[uncouthhatcher]

[this whole trial is "worse" are you sure]

[matchbreaker]

Like any of this is, handsome! Let's see it!

[feistytrader]

Don't do it!

[uncouthhatcher]

I ain't lettin' you go at this alone, Silver! And Hanyuu-- Hanyuu's...

[He's weak to Hanyuu. He is. So he's going to be unwrapping one of his hands, carefully because it hurts, especially when there's some clear signs of burning.]

You couldn't lie to Lusa, yeah? I can't lie to Hanyuu.

[oyashiromama]

[At the podium next to his. Oh, she can't put her hand on his. She can't, it would hurt him, but she places it on his arm, eyes full of tears.]

It must have hurt...so much. My dear boy. [She's not just talking about the fire.] M-my... [She breaks off.] I'm so sorry.