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trusthell2016-03-26 12:00 pm
kingmakereffect) wrote in trusthell2016-03-26 12:00 pm
Take Responsibility.
| The elevator doors slide open at the end of the allotted time for investigating, and the ride down is quick-paced and smooth; there's a lot more space in here than there was at the start of the game, that much is obvious. But then, perhaps that's to be expected with almost a third of your original number dead. The doors slide open when the courtroom is reached, the podium circle waiting as always in the middle of what still seems to be an endless dark void; Yato, Taichi and Megumi have joined the ranks of the dead, their podiums draped in black, greyscale portraits set upon them. Watching the proceedings. And as always, they aren't the only ones watching. The Kingmaker waits until everyone is settled at their podiums to begin speaking; it's still impossible to tell where his voice is coming from – other than, perhaps, 'everywhere.' "Protective has been taken from you. Looks like the guilty thought their secret was worth more than her life... Or maybe they just wanted out and decided to be the one to succeed at Rule Seven where everyone else has failed. Whether they succeed or not is up to you." Nineteen Survivors remain. How many are still alive at the end of the day is your decision. |
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One hand is curled into the pocket of his suit jacket, and with the other he drums his fingers on the podium.]
I'm just gonna say right now that I hope this execution hurts a lot.
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The furnace was on when I entered the incinerator room. Whatever had been burned was ashes by the time I got there, but I did find these candy wrappers in the trash can, as well as this bloody piece of blue fabric on the floor, near the punching bag.
And some blood on the floor. There was that.
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He has key evidence with him and he knows it. He doesn't go to his podium, instead walking around the room and looking at some people's heads. He tries to be as subtle as possible, after all, he doesn't want to alert the culprit.
Whether that works or not remains to be seen]
Let's start. From my examination of the crime scene I have found out Sakura-san was murdered in her bedroom, apparently from being stabbed over and over. Bruce-san knows more details about that.
It is rather possible Sakura-san attempted to defend herself, but it seems she was unsuccessful, as the room doesn't show many signs of a fight.
The weapon of the crime couldn't be localized.
Were there other places that could be related to the murder?
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Detective Mouri and Mister Knight have their own findings, so I'll leave those to them. As for my examination of the victim...
[A brief pause. It never gets easier, really, despite the fact that this has happened more than thrice now. But he has to push on - for them, when not for himself.]
The cause of death, if not from extensive injury from her wounds, would most likely be blood loss. There are multiple stab wounds that are notably deep on her chest and abdominal areas, and the damage done to her clothes corresponds to the wounds inflicted on her. I'm no expert, but as far as I can tell the blood splatter on her clothes seem to be consistent from her wounds, too.
...in addition, I also found this in her pockets.
[And at this point he takes out the Kingmaker-given device that he found on Megumi, shows it to everyone and places it on top of his own podium.]
There was nothing else on her besides that device - I made sure to check thoroughly.
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This was completely not a waste of time!
So the detective returns to his podium and takes a deep breath]
Okay, this was a failure.
I found hairs in Sakura-san's fist. The chances they are the culprit's hair is pretty high, and to find out who the culprit could be I have examined some people here's hair - trying not to alert the culprit there was vital evidence of their identity around, of course-
Unfortunately Black-kun is the only one who could be, because everyone else doesn't completely fit:
[He has the hairs to show if anyone wants to take a better look]
These hairs are of a certain length and of light color. Colress-san, Black-kun, Speedwagon-san, Misa-chan and, if we stretch the definition of 'light', Knight-san and Hanamura-kun would be the suspects.
None of them fit. Colress-san's hair seems too short, while Speedwagon-san and Misa-chan's hair is too long. Knight-san is highly unlikely to be correct, and Hanamura-kun... [AHEM] his color is too intense, too.
Black-kun...I compared, but it doesn't seem to be a match.
Sorry for not announcing it earlier, everyone.
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BEEP BOOP MOD PAGING
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AGGRESSIVE CAT HERDING
[Cherryblod sounds more exasperated than anything else.]
Let's review the timeline of events as well as our pieces of evidence. I'm certain there's plenty we're missing here.
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the difference is obvious even then; the Norman Bates that stands up and dusts off his shirt moves differently than the one that had fallen just moments before. there is a more confident set to his shoulders, his jaw stuck out and proud. the gaze that slowly circles around the room, taking in everyone around him, is cold and calculating.
and the voice. the voice is not his own. there's nothing of Norman's uncertain stammer there: it's solid, steady, and sure. and it sounds, unsettling enough, like the voice of an elderly, angry woman.]
My name is Norma Bates, and I am being betrayed in the worst way a woman can be: by her own son.
[he-- she?-- slams his hands down on the podium.]
I know he's trying to pin this murder on me, and I refuse to stand for it-- I've never so much as harmed a fly my whole life! It's always been this way, him blaming me for his every sin, as if he's this spotless angel, brought down by his wicked mother. It's quite the opposite, as you can see! After all, he seemingly wasn't content with just having six murders on his conscience; he's elected to add a seventh!
Miss Megumi Sakura... Stupid girl. Foolish girl. I never liked her, but I never wanted her dead! It was Norman-- Norman and his degeneracy, Norman and his lust, Norman and his wickedness-- that spilled that poor girl's blood!
And it's Norman who should be punished for it. Not me. Never me.
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PAGING... THE KINGMAKER...
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SELECTION.
Well, as much fun as this has been, it's time for someone to take responsibility for Protective's death.
As usual, majority rules. Go on, place your votes.
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Re: SELECTION.
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ACCOUNTABILITY.
When the pit illuminates in the center of the circle, the usual brightness of the white walls only lasts a moment before everything dims itself again; the white tile has shifted colors again, as though a filter has been placed on them from behind, and the walls have shifted into two distinct tones – a dark mahogany brown running up to about waist-level if one were to stand next to it, while everything from there up to the top is colored in a pale, greyish blue. The effect is strange and old-fashioned, similar to the sort of wainscoting one could expect to see in a building that hasn't aged particularly well.
Either way, the dim lighting in the circle itself is enough to make it plain that Inviting, whomever he may be at the moment, is no longer among you – there was no sound of protest, no indication that there was a fight. Norman was there, and then he wasn't, and after a long moment of awkward silence the door slides open under Podium 10.
When Norman enters the pit he's keeping his head held high; there isn't any shame to his posture, and there isn't any genuine fear, either. Just the same, however, there's a wariness to his eyes, an inherent distrust of the pit, regardless of any sense of familiarity that might come with its current patterning; that, perhaps, is to be expected, since by now there's only one thing that can really be coming.
When the door under Podium 19 opens and Megumi steps out, he freezes.
There's a clear moment of conflict across his face – the hatred, the affection, the guilt, followed by hatred again – before he just...smiles at the sight of her; it's not a nice expression, the look in his eyes is manic and cold, and Megumi...
Megumi continues to move toward him, hands clasped lightly in front of her, fingers folded around themselves at chest-level; unlike the previous victims who have been seen at these executions, she doesn't seem angry, and she doesn't seem strict or excited, either.
She just seems horribly, horribly sad.
Her eyes are large and seemingly brimming with tears, and she seems to be shaking in the face of Norman's barely-controlled mania; however, she doesn't back down, either, continuing to approach until she stops a few paces away from him. She doesn't look away, and she doesn't seem ashamed or afraid; after a brief moment she reaches out to him, hand trembling a little as she does so, her fingers curling inward toward her palm after a moment as she hesitates just before she can touch.
She isn't the only one that hesitates, though Norman's reaction is quicker and far less graceful. When he presses into her it looks like he might be moving to embrace her; however, it doesn't take long to notice that the movement isn't...right for that, the positioning is off, and his hands have found her throat, thumbs pressing into her windpipe hard enough to surely crush it.
Despite this, the Kingmaker will address the culprit, as he always does.]
Goodnight, Inviting.
[Megumi doesn't falter, and she doesn't choke; she doesn't seem fazed at all.
She just reaches into her pocket and retrieves one of the shorter kitchen knives, burying it hard into the side of Norman's throat.
Norman jolts as the blade slides in, as he realizes what she's done; she doesn't look away as she draws it hard across the front of his neck, severing both arteries located there. The blood hits her in the face and chest as Norman gasps thickly, his hands falling away from her as he drops to the ground.
After a moment of continuing to stare at him, Megumi joins him on the ground, kneeling down next to his body as he bleeds out; she reaches out, her hand running lightly over his hair, stroking it gently until he stops twitching. She doesn't look up at the rest of the people in the circle; she just stays with him until the pit darkens again and the overhead lights in the courtroom come back up.]
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