The Wordsmith (
wordsmithery) wrote in
trusthell2017-03-11 12:01 pm
Take Responsibility.
| The time allotted for this week's investigation passes fairly briefly, but not easily - what with the state of the body and the things that have been found, the mood is perhaps oddly sobering. Either way, eventually the elevator will be waiting for you at the exit of your floor of choice, bringing you up to the courtroom swiftly and easily. There are so few of you now. Two more portraits have joined the ranks of the dead, watching over the proceedings. Gangrel and Orihime's images watch over you with with eyes that see nothing, all colored in greyscale and set up on their places in the podium circle, black fabric draped over each setting. As always, the lectern remains empty and unaffected by what's happened here. After a while, however, once everyone has found their place in the circle, the Wordsmith can be heard addressing the group, voice audible throughout the room. "Sacrificing one to save many—that is ostensibly why Harmonious is no longer among you. Truly, that is the most pragmatic of options in a situation with no chance of victory. I may even come close to commending such a decision. But I must also wonder if the dead can be said to have been 'saved', when they have passed beyond your reach in all but mere messages. Unless you should wish to follow Harmonious and join them, hold the guilty accountable for their practicality." Eleven Apprentices remain. However many leave this place is up to you. |

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Not... gonna say I haven't thought about it. I'm just...
[shit. He probably shouldn't have started it, because he doesn't want to finish.]
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...too much of a wimp.
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...well in this case, it's good to be a wimp.
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You still wind up feeling like shit that you can't do anything, whether it's killing or being killed.
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[Which is kind of weird to say to a team leader, but you know what. Guzma's been nothing but good this whole time, and he's not the one that helped murder someone.]
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That's just a coincidence.
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[It's...a slight interjection, not with the usual bite that she may have had weeks prior when he said something she didn't agree with.]
Far stronger.
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[he just kind of clenches the shit out of the podium because fuck.]
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[ She shouts this from across the room: ]
You know I do not say such thing lightly, and know that my words carry weight because of this!
... You are the finest among us.
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He just kind of looks down and mutters to himself.]
How the hell did this even happen.