Take Responsibility.

[kingmakereffect]

The allotted time for investigating comes to an end, and those elevator doors slide open at the end of the first-floor corridor; it's a bit of a walk down from the fifth floor, but at least the ride down is swift and smooth. To say nothing of spacious. Your numbers are running low. The podium circle, as always, stands out against the black-walled courtroom where it's encircling that pit in the center; Mettaton and Shirazu have joined the ranks of the deceased, photographs in greyscale watching the proceedings from their podiums draped in black. The Kingmaker, too, is watching all of you; as always, it isn't until everyone has settled at their podium that he speaks, his voice sounding out through the room for all to hear. "Sacrificial has been taken from you. Maybe this time the guilty party is going to actually succeed at Rule Seven - but of course, whether they manage it is still up to the rest of you." Eleven Survivors remain. How many are still standing by the end of the day is up to you.

Comments

[cherryblooded]

Doubt threatening will get much out of them. But we can at least ask what they were doing last night.

Aiden, Bruce, Colress, could you all tell us where you were last night to this morning?

[amygdalae]

[Thank god there is no threatening nobody would like where that ended.]

I did some patrolling on the lower levels right after nighttime, but it wasn't for long and once it was pretty late I spent the rest of the night in my room.

[OF COURSE LAST TIME KING COULD CONFIRM THIS BUT... RIP King. RIP indeed.]

[cherryblooded]

[RIP indeed.]

Noted.

[pokexplorer]

Miss Sigrun, I am shocked that you would consider threatening me!

[He sounds very offended. Clearly.]

As for my location, I... [There is the briefest pause here.] retired to my room after Cherryblod and Beheeyem's small sparring match, where I remained for the night.

[cherryblooded]

I'm still sorry about how that turned out.

...And I'm even more sorry about this, because apparently this is just the week I'm mean to your Pokemon.

We have here an electronic that doesn't seem to have any methods of controlling it. Correct me if I'm wrong, but buttons and such are just ways of completing circuits to start electrical currents, aren't they?

Wouldn't a Pokemon like yours be able to start that current without a button?

[pokexplorer]

[...]

I see where you're going with this.

I will not deny that Klinklang is capable of expelling electricity. However, I'm afraid I am not familiar with that particular electronic.

[cherryblooded]

None of us have figured out what it does yet, other than possibly make noise.

We'll keep that in mind.

[He really doesn't want Klinklang to be an accessory to murder.]

[captainobnoxious]

Sorry, darling, but sometimes a little shove with the point of a knife is needed to get asses in gear. I wouldn't like doing it to any of you for the record.

[... Because she's spent enough time in this damn vault with them. They're all practically her very own company here.

The pause is also noted. But she knows how tiring sparring matches can be, so she'll... let someone else take that.]

[pokexplorer]

I understand. But I can assure you that you won't have to pressure me, I am happy to assist.

[That and he doesn't like being threatened.]

[uro_cyon]

Spent it mostly in my room, though I did go to the bar for a bit. [ Though the only person he really drank with was Tarrlok, so he no one can confirm this either.]

[cherryblooded]

Noted. Do you know about what time at night you were at the bar?

[There's not a lot he can say to either Bruce's or Aiden's testimony.]

[uro_cyon]

Around 10pm.

[cherryblooded]

Thank you.