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trustfell2017-09-30 12:11 pm
trustbound) wrote in trustfell2017-09-30 12:11 pm
Take Responsibility.
| And once everyone has finished their investigations of the building, the door down at the bottom of that stairwell in the dorms seems to once again have been unlocked; it opens slowly and as though of its own volition, swinging outward lightly after an audible click of the latch. Hopefully everyone knows better than to stand in front of it by now, but if not...well, it's gentle enough to provide some sort of encouragement to move without straight-out hitting anyone. For the third time in as many weeks, the stairwell that door leads to is dark; the only light visible is what managing to get in from the courtroom below. The room itself remains as unforgiving and imposing as ever with its walls made entirely of concrete and steel; the podium circle stands starkly in the center, wooden structures ringing the darkened pit below. Again, there's been a change in the podium setup; Blue and Walt have joined those with podiums draped in black. Their profile portraits are arranged atop them, greyed-out and observing the proceedings, along with the rest of those that you've lost. As always, the thirty-sixth podium stands empty. Once everyone has found their place in the circle, Jericho can be heard over the public-address system; he seems to have gotten himself together a little more since morning, though he still doesn't quite seem up to the usual. "Methodical's been taken from you; almost all of you know why you're here right now, and even if your secrets aren't safe anymore, I'd still suggest doing your job to the fullest - unless you consider those secrets worth dying over, even if they aren't worth killing over. As for the guilty party...your secret's safe with me, but unfortunately? You're not safe at all just yet. Whether you manage to actually ensure that you are by the end of the trial is a different matter, I guess. Innocent against the guilty. Let's go round three, see how well you all come out. As always, do your best!" Twenty-nine Participants remain. Let's see how many remain at the end of the day. |
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I investigated the billiards room with Alex-san and Estellise-san. There was a blood trail leading out toward the stairs that originated from White-san's arm, which was lying on the floor near the pool table. We didn't find any clues on the arm, but I brought it along just in case since it's evidence.
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You brought that with you?
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Found this while lookin' around in there. It's...well, obviously broken in half but we've also got...this weird stuff.
[ She's referring to the red goo on the the other half. There's a good amount of it. ] It's like...weird slime?
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In the bar, I found some drinks knocked over. It's clear someone was there last; more than likely, two people. What's more... There was one drink left standing, and when I inspected it, it smelled strange. Not just like alcohol, but slightly acidic.
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There was a white dust near the back counter, too. It had the same scent as the drink did. I believe that he must have been drugged.
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I wouldn't lock into that.
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[Hibiki produces a familiar looking pill bottle. It's the bottle of painkillers from the infirmary.]
It was open when I found it! There were pills spilled out on the floor!
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Hibiki-chan, Tarrlok-san and I investigated the stairwell. Like Hori-san said, there was a blood trail that lead to the billiards room, but there were some things left behind on the stairs. [She shows the glasses off.] These, which seem to be the glasses that White-san wore, and slashes on the walls and floor that...looked like claw marks.
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[... Alena said they were fine from the infection, but is there anyone here that like
turn into an animal or something.
Have a luonto or fylgja they can use spiritually to attack. No?]
What, did he get attacked by a bear?
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MODS
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Nothing's worth dying over, Coordy-J! [ ...okay, now that that's out of the way... Time to cheerfully announce her findings. ] Sooooo, good news and bad news about Methodical!
Nurturing's right, there was totally nothing methodical about how he went~ It was a total mess! Adroit and Evaluating can spill the beans more on the nitty gritty of that. I checked out his arm, and like I told Indomitable a second ago, it was ripped off, not cut.
[ Don't ask how she knows that. She's from HLC, it's fine. ]
His face was totally pulverized, but like, in the collateral damage way, not in the "I really wanted to punch the crud out of Methodical" way, and he had a lot of broken bones, but it was evenly spread! Someone had a great time smashing him against the wall, apparently! Even if Methodical totally didn't have a great time with it himself.
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[Lord.]
I've heard of claw-like gouges found in the billiards room and halls. They don't stop there apparently, since the victim sustained injuries from something of a similar effect. He was cut into pretty significantly, but not with any regular bladed weapon. It's likely that the sheer amount of gashes, combined with the loss of his arm lead to his death, rather than any one significant blow.
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[Susan trails off, like she's hesitating.]
...this isn't really related to how he died, but it might be to whatever he was doing with the drinks. Walter had an advanced form of lung cancer. Even if he'd been getting treatment for it before here, I don't think he would have had very long to live.
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Milla and I investigated the women's bathroom on the third floor. Like I told Sigrun, she can tell you more about that red goo we found in one of the stalls, but I did find something else.
[And she'll produce her evidence:]
On the ground was a scrap of white fabric that looks like it's been torn off. When I looked around further I found part of a ripped uniform shirt. [It's like, not a whole shirt, but there's just enough here to tell it did come from a shirt. For those keeping track.] It was by the stall door, which was broken off.
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[Now she's just gonna get more confused.]
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Hand check!
Oh yeah, if you have gloves or something that covers your fingers, you should take 'em off.
[ That's vague, honestly, but Yuri really is looking for something in particular. First, he's trying to see if there's any injuries on anyone's hands, and the second thing is him trying to see who here has sharp nails/claws. If there's anyone in the latter category, he'll also scope them out to see if any nails are broken or if there's blood under the nails.
Also, just to clarify, Yuri's hands are sporting no wounds/and his nails are completely fine! ]
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Re: Hand check!
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There was also a large mess in the third floor women's bathroom. Among the noticeable disturbances, one of the stall doors was broken and inside of the stall there was this strange gel-like red substance everywhere but the toilet itself.
In the toilet I found there was a clump of long black hairs. You can see them for yourself if you like.
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She is gonna look right at the people with long black hair.]
The toilet is not where that's supposed to go.
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cw: vomit
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HEAD CHECK
[Sayaka's gonna try to get everyone's attention as best she can.]
Forgive me for the bother...but would anyone with long, black hair be willing to submit to a small check of the head by Milla-san and I? Just to be safe!
[Sayaka and Milla are gonna be walking around and making checks--mainly for missing clumps, unusual bald spots, or...really, anyone who's gonna be defensive about such things. Better safe than sorry, after all.]
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Re: HEAD CHECK
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Smell O Check
... At worst she looks stupid, so. ]
Alright, alright. "Tino" and the mm-pigtail girl seem to think I'm best giving everyone a sniff, so I'm going to come around and do that. I know I'm a suspect, I won't off any of you here though.
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[he smells like a lady, but not like blood.]
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1/?
Rin with the hair.
Her hands stop shaking.]
2/2
Now now, listen here fellows. I realize this looks a bit off. But come now, the damage done to that blasted fellow was enormous! I couldn’t go do a thing like that!
Come now. No reason to get riled up. Let’s all calm down.
It’s just me.
Fern.
[....Let’s talk]
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cw: vomit talk
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1/?
[The red blight is moving up her body, pushing out into this big hulking form. Celia glares at the crowd, slinking back to the podium, tossing the knife to the ground.]
...I could've saved her. My people, Fern, her son... I could've saved them all.
But if that's how it is...
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Confession
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SELECTION.
[He doesn't finish that thought, though, sounding at least somewhat frustrated and still more than slightly weirded out by this whole thing.]
Innocent. Guilty. You know how it goes. Someone's going to die.
If you're all satisfied with everything you've seen today – or if you're, I don't know, not satisfied but sufficiently grossed out, I guess – go ahead and throw a vote down and we'll see what happens coming out the other side. Remember, we vote by title around here, it'll work out if it's meant to.
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> NURTURING
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ACCOUNTABILITY.
They come on one by one, blinking a dull white against the stark tiles of the pit and bouncing off the walls and floor; six of them, however, spill crimson light into the circle where they're shining out from beneath the podiums of the deceased. As they come on, one thing will become clear: Fern (or...what used to be Fern, perhaps, is more accurate) is no longer among you. She's disappeared entirely from the circle, with no sound and no fanfare; she's simply gone.
Meanwhile, as before, the pit isn't empty; Alena is waiting beneath Podium 31, once again drenched in red light, though she doesn't seem to be waiting for Fern to emerge before she appears to begin speaking. As usual, she looks a little blank behind the eyes, and it's impossible to hear what she's saying; her head's tipped up a bit like she's addressing Jericho, however, and as soon as the door beneath Podium 17 starts to slide open she shifts back into what looks like more of a fighting stance.
What emerges isn't even pretending to be civilized anymore.
It isn't the grandstanding bravado of Lady Celia, nor is it the calm acceptance of Dr. Staph; rather, what emerges is a shambling mass of claws and entirely too many teeth, large and ravenous and gnashing, and its attention is drawn first and foremost to the lights above it.
And above the lights are people, and people are biomasses and biomasses are food.
It reaches up, raking its claws across the smooth tile of the pit like it's trying to find purchase and climb up; the noise that it produces is horrible, somewhere between nails on a blackboard and what happens when you give a nine-year-old a full-sized clarinet and tell them to do something with it in terms of aurally repulsive. It doesn't last long, however, before a shout from Alena seems to get its attention. It turns, agitated; oddly enough, however, while it's glaring at her, it doesn't seem to go after her as a potential source of food.
She reaches her hand out toward it anyway before casting it down and outward to her side in a sharp, decisive gesture; a circle is quick to form in the air behind her, the symbol bright and shining and shot through with red and gold lines, bright embellishments trailing out from the sides in a design at least vaguely reminiscent of a lotus.
Four bright spots form on the outer edge of the circle, from which bright golden flowers comprised of solid light blossom into being; they immediately begin to glow white, and a massive spray of white petal-like bullets form and fire at the mass that used to be Fern in a dense pattern that seems almost impossible to avoid.
The Fern-creature snarls, writhing as it's hit; Alena shifts position and gestures again, the pattern changing up, the petalesque structures shifting to a deep purple and raining down from above, detonating loudly as they hit the floor of the pit. For a moment the creature staggers, dropping to the ground as though wounded, before it seems to rally – this is for their kingdom, their World, and while a natural death would be one thing, they aren't going to go down to the likes of this.
Maybe this much is Lady Celia; maybe it's just the natural urge not to die. Either way, it forces itself up, swiping out with one large, wicked red set of claws, and Alena manages to jump back just in time to avoid it, the sharp edges cracking several of the tiles where she'd been standing.
She reaches out one more time; that large lotus pattern returns behind her.]
Good night, Nurturing.
[Those blossoms return at the edges of the circle before turning abruptly into a set of white-hot laser-like beams, blasting out in sets of twenty from the edges of the golden flowers and arcing outward, spiraling hard in the creatures's direction and slicing into its body, blasting through it and cauterizing and detonating on impact, until there's quite simply nothing left – there's only dark scorchmarks all over the floor and walls of the pit, and Alena sinks heavily to her knees once she's done, her head tilted down and staring blankly at the floor. Unlike the last few executions, however, she doesn't get up again afterwards, and she doesn't seem to come back into herself, either.
After a moment, Jericho speaks again, sounding a little shaken up but overall like he's getting himself together.]
All right, so. You guys did really well today – thanks for that.
You can go upstairs for now, though, there's nothing else for you to do at the moment. Good job.
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But uh. Sayaka's out of there as fast as her twig limbs can take her. Fuck this.]
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