Take Responsibility.

[wordsmithery]

The time allotted for investigation this week is a bit longer than normal - not due to anything done wrong on the part of the Apprentices, but perhaps due to a basic understanding that two corpses are going to be decidedly more difficult to handle than one. However, at the end of the time period you've been given, the elevator is waiting for you, as cold and sterile as always in its journey up to the courtroom; you're down to almost half of your original number, and if anything is going to indicate that this shows no signs of stopping, it's probably this week. The deceased have had three more join their numbers since you were here last - Gold, Varric, and Viktor's portraits have been greyed-out and set atop their spots in the podium circle, the podiums themselves draped in black fabric. As always, the lectern above stands empty. Whether he's with you or not, however, once everyone has found their place in the circle, the Wordsmith's voice can be heard throughout the room. "Welcome back. Two more Apprentices are missing from your number today, and I have little doubt that weighs heavily on your minds. Balanced and Capricious have been lost to you, so that the guilty may have a chance to leave the academy and possibly even gain something otherwise impossible to attain. If you wish for your fallen Apprentices to receive justice in death, then you know what to do: yet again, hold the guilty accountable." Sixteen Apprentices remain. However many leave here at the end of the day has yet to be seen.

Comments

[iaspis]

The law.

[That earns a derisive snort.]

It seems you and I come from similar worlds. But what I've learned here, what I'm sure Killia has learned here, is that some rules deserve to be broken!

[deofoled]

We stood atop Cryoblood as Tyrant Overlord Killidia for hundreds of years and enjoyed it, there's nothing wrong with it.

[ So that law is fine by him.]

[iaspis]

And now you're going to die. Your law is worthless.

[acherontiastyx]

Are you kidding me? Fucking Cryoblood!?

[HE LIKE

OKAY HE DIDN'T KNOW KILLIA THAT WELL BUT THIS SUCKS ANYWAY

BUT HOLY SHIT HE'S LOSING IT]

[deofoled]

What?

[acherontiastyx]

Did you sit on like. A throne of skulls surrounded by the impaled bodies of your victims or something.

With everything on fire.

[deofoled]

It's a Netherworld filled of ice. Ice made of blood.

[ Because Disgaea and this is a thing.]

[acherontiastyx]

...

[he just starts losing his fucking shit. he cannot even ---]

Holy shit.

[he could barely even get that out amidst all the laughing.]

[foundfate]

[Watanuki just. Turns to Gangrel.]

Remember when I explained 'emo' to you?

This right here, this is a perfect example of it.

[plegia]

...It's very embarrassing.

[I MEAN HE'S AN EDGELORD TOO BUT EVEN HE HAS HIS LIMITS...]

[foundfate]

It really is.

[acherontiastyx]

I have a friend back home who's gonna love this shit. I cannot wait to dump all this on him.