Take Responsibility.
| And when the door at the bottom of those stairs unlocks and it swings open gently of its own accord, allowing everyone back down into the courtroom, there are decidedly fewer of them than there were just a few days ago. The change in the podium circle is massive this time; Dio, Logan, Marty, Yuuri, Hibiki and Mordecai have all joined the ranks of the deceased, their podiums adorned with black cloth and greyscale photographs. Furthermore, the mass of shadows in the pit at the center seems agitated again, shifting and breaching upward toward the glass if one looks at it long enough. It's been something of a bad week, to put it gently. Not that it's evident from the Conductor's behavior; as usual, the proceedings are being watched from behind that panel of translucent glass behind podium 30, and he'll speak as soon as everyone has found their place in the circle. His words are a bit more rapid than usual; he seems interested in this one. "Temporal, Lucent, Vivacious and Universal...all four of them have been taken from you. Does whomever is responsible for this really deserve your compassion? There can be no hesitation; you should offer no mercy. It's you against the guilty. Take control of your fate, and hold them responsible." Thirteen Participants remain. You've lost five people this week, and eight since the last investigation; we'll see how many more you lose today. |

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And the d-pad makes no sense. Like, Hibiki could've written actual words with the effort it took to draw that.
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There are too many bloody messages to assume that they're all by the victims. I could buy one of them being legit - Mordecai's seems the least weird - but I'm not even willin' to bet on that.
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[ IT COULD BE SOMETHING ELSE, but she can't tell what it might be otherwise... ]
And the message in the game room is just plain weird. Nothing else was in there that I could tell...like, that was legitimately the only thing out of place.
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[ SHE'S UNIMPRESSED, CULPRIT. ]
Clearly they felt it had a purpose, so...
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[ he's not impressed either... ]
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She bled out, but it wasn't from puncture wounds or being stabbed-- it looked a little like someone attacked her with the war hammer. She apparently dragged herself to the storage room.</b? Would she even have had time to write anything?
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... Why would she want to drag herself to the storage room? That's the wrong way to go if she was thinking she could escape somehow.
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She was also surrounded by the petitions from the fridge.
[And then he pulls out a little baggy from his pocket. It contains what looks like smashed up bits of silver.]
...There was also this, but I dooon't have a clue what it could be for.
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I have them right here.
modcheck!
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Could I see that for a second?
[What is it, something from the vending machine?]
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[Here you go, Blue.
Whatever it is, it's definitely not part of the Golden Gun, but other than that, it's not immediately clear to him what it is.]
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Did someone have a laptop or something?
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