trusthell | Take Responsibility.

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.

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Mettaton-kun was well versed about these matters, apparently.

[That's the conclusion he got from the conversation he had in the bar with him a couple weeks ago]

[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA]

Did he-- Did he seem particularly into the idea of that kind of stuff? Just, you know. Curious.

I-I don't think so.

Maybe this is not t-the best time for this topic.

[Because it's awkward as hell and Cherryblod looks ready to snap the neck of the next person who talks about this]