Take Responsibility.

[kingmakereffect]

For the third time, those elevator doors at the end of the first-floor corridor open up at the end of the allotted investigation period; the ride down is, as ever, smooth and quick-moving. You're down by five. When the doors slide open, the podium circle still stands in stark contrast to that now-familiar black void of a courtroom, and once again, it's changed to reflect your losses – Caren and Mion have joined those with podiums draped in black, their framed greyscale profile portraits staring out at the rest of you. (The portrait of Pearl hasn't been removed from her room, but it seems the Kingmaker has replaced it with another; either way, her photograph is in the courtroom along with the rest.) As before, the Kingmaker waits until everyone is settled at their podiums before he speaks; he still isn't visible, but he can clearly be heard, his voice coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once. "Capable has been taken from you. I'll confirm one thing for you so no one will waste time asking – the killer wasn't me. Looks like the guilty decided to take a shot at Rule Seven after all – and whether they succeed or not is up to you." Twenty-two Survivors remain. We'll see how many the group has lost at the end of the day.

Comments

[captainobnoxious]

[She will, poised to cut him. What's up with his sleeve?]

[capyper]

[ There are some stitches on the outside of it, suggesting that there's something that's been sewn into the inside of his sleeve. ]

[captainobnoxious]

[Well then.

Sigrun takes Yato's arm to act like she's steadying it for her precise cut with little pain as possible, but she's going to get the stitches instead of his arm.]

[capyper]

[ ... Out of his sleeve falls a key. It's not Yato's key, by the way, which is still sitting on his podium stand with a few candies. ]

[prismbloom]

[ ....

Oh, no. ]

What were you looking for in her room, Yato, if you were the one who made that mess?

[captainobnoxious]

[She raises her eyebrows, staring at him.]

Now do you want to talk, Yato?

[sleepingkogoro]

[Mouri had stayed nearby while Sigrun performed the blood ritual this Vault would be known for. As soon as the key has he feels like everything that happened in the trial led to this moment.

Yeah, he's taking credit for the reasoning and everything. He was the one who found where the metal came from, after all]

Why Sonozaki-san? What happened for all this to end in her death?

[amygdalae]

[............]

Why.

[just one word, nothing else. Not even an attempt of being certain of what he had seen.]

[bloodisthicker]

...

Well, that makes everything fall into place. I'm glad you decided to waste everybody's time instead of coming clean when you should have.

[happysweets]

This one took a lot longer than the others, so if nothing else, he succeeded at that, but...

Ugh.

[bloodisthicker]

I really want that hour or so of my life back.

[wokeupdead]

[Lynne is just quiet, fists balled up on top of her podium. This was the last thing she wanted. She wanted to shout at him until he told her he was just joking.

A really really bad joke.]

[psychoh]

[well. there we go.]

It's later.

[notjustawriter]

Why...

[pokexplorer]

[Colress just shakes his head. That definitely seals why he suddenly started behaving strangely...]

[ignorantly]

[ Shirazu just stares for a long moment, his hands tightening into fists at his sides, fighting back the urge to leave his podium and punch the guy in the face. ]