The Wordsmith (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wordsmithery) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
trusthell2017-03-11 12:01 pm
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. |
no subject
So she'll calm down, even if she's taking slow and shaky breaths. It hurts... it all hurts so much, but she'll try to smile for him.
And she does, even if it's very forced.]
Wh-what do you need to say? I-I'll listen.
no subject
It's really done well, though. ]
If you find this, Estelle-- this is my original body. As long as this is able to be recovered, then I promise you, we will meet again. Soon.
If you find it, keep it by your side, it will be like having me there, and technically it would really be. I will always be there to protect you.
[ Then he places it onto her podium and hugs her again, taking in a deep breath as he does his best to remember her, to remember this moment. He wonders, if it was nighttime now. He's sure that if it was, the moon would be beautiful tonight. ]
no subject
I-if I ever find it, I will take care of it. I promise.
[She knows the outcome of this will be inevitable. It hurts though. She has no intentions of letting go any time soon, unfortunately. Because letting go is like saying... it's over.
...she can't do this again. She can't handle this pain. Mikazuki... won't be there to comfort her... anymore.
...and that's the thought that hurts the most.]
Thank you... for being my friend.
no subject
[ Mikazuki reaches into his pocket and also pulls out his room key. He hands it over to her. ]
Thank you for everything.
[ Then, he lingers in silence. The seconds pass to minutes, and for a moment, it's painfully clear that the sword spirit doesn't want to let go of the other woman, but he forces himself to do so. He'll give her a wave and then head off. ]
no subject
She's needs to escape.
Forget.
Escape. But she can't right now. Instead, she's feeling sorrow and pain. Betrayal, but there's still that feeling in her heart that she could never bring herself to hate Mikazuki, especially after all he's done for her.]
Please... write to me. That... is my final request to you. And... take care of Killia. Tell him that I said hello and that I miss him dearly.