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

[amygdalae]

[That was--

what?

It almost feels surreal, watching it - from the sudden change in the pit to the thing that appears on Shizaru's body to Aiden fighting for his life down there. Where did the guns even come from? And what was with the Kingmaker all of a sudden?

The explosion takes him by surprise too, and Bruce grips at the sides of his podium as he waits for it to pass, eyes wide as he stares at the mess below, trying to process what the fuck just happened.

Eventually he jostles himself back to the present, once the lights come back on. Bruce is breathing hard but he tries to ignore that, although he still feels a little shaky as he goes to take Shizaru and Mettaton's portraits from their respective places. Once he has those then does he go back up, still not sure what to think.

Only ten of them left.

It's a very small number.]