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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[She's a fan of escapism after all.]
It does make sense, however, since you were rather happy on Sunday.
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Why where that thing now? He's worn your clothes from home to all of the other trials, right?
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[There was that one time quite a few weeks ago though, however, Estelle never saw him in that.]
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I've worn this outfit before.
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[ He'll calmly set his hands on front of Adelina's podium. ]
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You look suspicious for more than just your clothes, Mikazuki.
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[She's... not looking at him right now, instead focused looking in front of her but her words are directed at Mikazuki.]
...you don't know how to make curry, correct? After all... you can't even use a microwave.
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[The pause here is because he's trying to be nice.]
I have seen her cook before, yes. Not curry, but other things.
[His mouth still burns from the hot cocoa.]
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[Estelle's voice cracks a bit, trying to recall that memory.]
She wanted to mix sardines with my vichyssoise.
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[Watanuki never liked it much, because he's not one for super-weird flavors like that, but now he misses it.]
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I don't know how to make curry, and I don't know how to cook.
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[Far too long to be a good argument.]