Initiative.

[trustwellness]

With your course of study officially completed, for better or worse, there isn't much left for you in the courtroom itself; the elevator will take you back down to the first floor, where you'll be left off – it won't take you any lower than that. But then again, perhaps it doesn't need to. Take some time to reorient yourself, to be grateful that you didn't die, to do whatever it is you need to do – however, if you return to the main part of the building, away from the dorms... Well. There's something waiting for you in the foyer.

Comments

[feistytrader]

...I...

[How... The hell are they going to- come on, think, think-]

Is it possible to take soul energy from us without killing us?

[trustwellness]

That isn't an option.

[firstaid]

Is it because when the soul separates from the body, the body dies?

[trustwellness]

Mmhm. In the case of your friends, for example - their souls are severed from their bodies completely at the moment.

[firstaid]

[SHE KNEW IT.]

Their souls. Where are they? [She starts to get angry, then she remembers what she said before... happiness. hope. love. calm.]

Please, tell us.

[trustwellness]

Somewhere you can't reach them. Kirei Kotomine told you as much.

[firstaid]

May I ask where that somewhere is? Perhaps we can reach...

[sportadork]

Put them back.

[trustwellness]

You know the terms.

[sportadork]

Can you not do it without other souls? [beat] Genies don't need souls. They do just fine.

[trustwellness]

[...why are you like this]

I'm sure they do.

[sportadork]

So, you are less powerful than just your normal, average genie. That is a little disappointing!

[shrugs vaguely] We can't even really be sure you can do it with a soul... You may just be playing tricks.

[feistytrader]

[There has to be a solution here, there has to be something else they haven't considered-]

You were the one that said those weird gummies are important, didn't you? What do they do?

[trustwellness]

That's irrelevant.

[matchbreaker]

If you brought it up,

[ . . . Or the "real" Noir, if there is one... ]

without our prompting, it seems relevant to me.

[trustwellness]

I didn't mention anything of the sort.

[...well, then.]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . .

YOU KNOW WHAT ELDA is taking out one of the gummy tails.

she's going to look at it a lot more closely now ]

[trustwellness]

[...And...do what, exactly.]

[matchbreaker]

[ ... Spin it around a little. Poke at it.

... Smell it.

She assumed it was candy, but is anything up with this gummy other than you probably shouldn't eat it? ]

[trustwellness]

[I mean, it is what it is. Depends on what you mean by "is anything up with it."]

[matchbreaker]

[ Does it actually look like it's made of edible material? Or is it more like plastic-y? ... Does it feel sticky?

... She considers offering it to someone to lick, but that also seems dumb.

Um. ]

[trustwellness]

[...Probably edible, albeit kind of sparkly in a way that food is usually not.

...ARE YOU GOING TO VERB THE NOUN WITH THIS THING, ELDA, OR ARE YOU JUST GOING TO LOOK AT IT FOR A WHILE.]

[feistytrader]

[...Fuck it, you know what?

He's eating the fucking gummy tail, here's hoping he doesn't fucking die.]

[trustwellness]

[.......................

Uh, well, you won't die? Not much else is going to happen either, other than "that thing is wicked gross-tasting", but you very much won't die.]

[feistytrader]

[...Well, damn. Experiment number two, he's walking up to the nearest corpse... slowly, because he doesn't want Noir/Kageshirou/whatever to fuck him up.]