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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Can we also ban talking about who's in love with who or whatever because fucking priorities, guys.
[ ... Anyway. ]
How about we consider it one piece at a time, like what about that warhammer? Who here could probably lift it, let's start with that.
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[ ... ]
And... Marty or Mordecai might have also managed it.
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Uh, I couldn't swing it that well, probably...
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[ sol do you really care that you couldn't lift a giant hammer
is this the time to care about that ]
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That probably makes it one of us that killed those two, then...
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[Yang's the one that does the heavy lifting, okay.]
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[A nod.]
Whoever used it was smart enough to at least try and clean it off before hiding it in the piano. How did it get wet?
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One of the taps was left running.
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[ NOW HE'S THE ONE GETTING SIDE TRACKED... ]
Anyway, do you think you could lift that warhammer?
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( one/two )
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[ wait fuck did he literally just do the equivalent of "i called my teacher mom" ]
Oh my fucking god just ignore the last thirty seconds of my existence.
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[ NOT THAT... JEAN CAN TALK. RIP SPACE DAD. ]
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[ SYMPATHETIC LOOK ]
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