Take Responsibility.

[wordsmithery]

Once again, the time allotted for investigating seems to run slightly long this week - understandably so, most likely, given the state of the bodies and the fact that there were a pair of them this time. But eventually that time does draw to a close, leaving nothing but the elevator waiting for you at your floor of choice and perhaps a sense of irony in the notion that there's quite literally nowhere to go but up from here. Once again, the deceased have had three more join their numbers since you were here last - greyed-out portraits of Killia, Vanille, and Phi have been set up on their places in the podium circle, watching the proceedings with unseeing eyes from atop the black fabric that's been draped over their spots. The lectern above remains unoccupied; the Wordsmith's voice can be heard either way, however, echoing throughout the room once everyone has found their place in the circle. "Two more Apprentices' lives have been lost, and this time the guilty seeks to terminate their course of study with company in tow. Whatever their reasoning, should they wish to circumvent death or perhaps simply have the living accompany them, will you truly allow Encouraging and Rational to have died for that purpose? If your answer should be 'no', then have the guilty held accountable for their actions." Thirteen Apprentices remain. It's your job to decide how many are still standing by the end of the day.

Comments

[feistytrader]

You think I care about that?

[He does. A little. Maybe. But more than that-]

I don't want to lose you, you stupid jerk. And I don't want to hear any of that crap about how you're a huge asshole beyond saving or anything, either.

[plegia]

Well, it's true.

[But that doesn't have any fight in it and he'll let it go with a small shrug.]

I'm sorry, Silver. I didn't think I'd end up liking you after what happened with Kimbley, but...

[Well, here we are.]

[feistytrader]

...I messed up. I should be dead too.

[He keeps messing up. Even now-]

Hey Gold! Be nice to Gangrel, alright? Maybe he'll spar with you.

[He won't say that the secret to beating him up is a cuestick, though. If Gold can even hear him.]

[plegia]

...Heh. Maybe your luck will hold out. If you get the chance, destroy the Wordsmith.

[He looks sort of amused though, and some small part of him genuinely hopes that Gold heard that.]

[feistytrader]

[...]

I will. I refuse to die until I take him out. For you, for Killia, for Gold... For Kimbley and Kira, too. For everyone.

[If he can't do that much, what good is he?]

That's a promise.

[plegia]

Hah, for everyone... I like that.

Best of luck to you, Silver.