Take Responsibility.

[kingmakereffect]

And once the allotted time for investigating comes to a close, those elevator doors slide open at the end of the first-floor corridor, offering another of those fast, smooth rides down to that black void of a courtroom Twelve out of the original twenty-seven are dead; there are four less of you present for this trial than there were last week. That's incredibly obvious as soon as the doors slide open and the podium circle comes into view where it's encircling that dark pit in the center of the room; Norman, the King, Tarrlok, and Lynne have joined the deceased, photographs in greyscale watching the proceedings from their podiums draped in black. Of course and as always, the Kingmaker is watching too; he waits until everyone is settled at their podiums to begin speaking, though it's still impossible to tell exactly where his voice is coming from. "Assured and Perceiving have been taken from you. You guys are really getting excited, aren't you? Two people dead in one night... Whether the guilty party succeeds or not, though, is up to the rest of you." Fifteen Survivors remain. However many will be down by the end of the day is up to you.

Comments

[ratingspoint]

You were wearing a black dress, weren't you?

Why would you ruin it with bleach?

[happysweets]

A-ah, r-right...u-um, that's just because...Misa-Misa didn't know that putting bleach on it would make the color fade out...

[ratingspoint]

Misa. You're like me. Modeling, acting...your clothes are a good amount of your livelihood.

Do you really expect me to think you wouldn't know what bleach does to clothes?

[happysweets]

T-that was a bit of a stretch, I guess, but...Misa-Misa still didn't push him! S-she definitely couldn't have!

[ratingspoint]

[...This is the stupidest question, right here, but.]

Was it an accident?

[happysweets]

It...could have been?

[ratingspoint]

[He hates everything right now. Including you? Especially you.]

...You said you didn't do "anything like" pushing him down the stairs.

That doesn't mean you didn't cause him to fall.

[happysweets]

That's right! Either someone else knocked him over, or he tripped over his own two feet carrying all those chemicals! Misa-Misa didn't lay a finger on him!

[ratingspoint]

...Can I ask you something, sweetheart?

[and here we go with stupid question #2]

Why are you carrying that notebook around with you? Is there something important in it?

[happysweets]

E-eh?!

[ oh crap think fast ]

It's just Misa-Misa's journal...she was writing in it before and she forgot to put it back in her room...

[isafraid]

Interesting look for a notebook.

[All that black...]

[happysweets]

It fits Misa-Misa's fashion sense, doesn't it?

[isafraid]

Well... yeah.

[It's rather pretty in a... way.]

I've just never seen you with it before.

[happysweets]

Do normal people go around carrying their journal everywhere?

[goodforsomething]

No.

[isafraid]

I can't say they do, unless there's a reason for it.

Why do you have that with you, Miss Misa?

[goodforsomething]

...kiddo, I hate to say it, but you ain't great at actin' under pressure.

[JUST SAYING with the little shocked noises and all.]

[happysweets]

I'm a better model than I am an actress.

[goodforsomething]

Yeah, that's kinda common.

So what's the actual deal with the book?

[happysweets]

Well, Misa-Misa guesses there's no point in hiding it anymore. She didn't think her bleach lie would be found out that quick...

It's called a Death Note. It belonged to a god of death named Gelus. ...He sacrificed himself to protect me, so, it's mine now.

[sleepingkogoro]

G-God of death...

[Of course Mouri would know about shinigamis, being from the same country and what not]

Then that notebook...does it actually give you the ability to kill without having to physically do it yourself?

[captainobnoxious]

[ARE YOU FOR FUCKIN REAL SHE WAS JOKING ALONG ABOUT THE NOTEBOOK AND SHIT BUT IT BELONGED TO A GOD OF DEATH???]

[prismbloom]

... A Death Note.

What do the letters on the front mean, Misa?

[goodforsomething]

Of course it fuckin' did.

[uro_cyon]

You told me yourself how big of a model you were. There's no way you don't know that in your line of work.