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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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[silence]
3/?
I killed 'em.
...Those two fuckers in the Art Room, I mean.
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[He lets out a small laugh. Tears start to well up in his eyes.]
Christ. Sm-sm- most intelligent guy in the goddamn universe and here - here I am trying to justify a murder. A double murder even. I didn't even plan for ol' - ol' Jimmy being dead.
But I know that I'm...not doing the Dio Brando shit. I-I've never done the whole devil's advo - sob story bullcrap, and...and I'm not gonna do it now. There are only a few things I do know, and - and...well.
5/5 - cw: suicide
[Rick knows he needs to be quick. He needs to be decisive. The Conductor's ensured those things, and his next series of moves is just that. So even as he bears a shit-eating grin and tears roll down his face, the man prepares himself.]
Time to give you little shits what you've been wanting! See you on the other side, motherfuckers! WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB!
[Rick pulls a bowie knife from his pocket.
The same kind Morty was killed with.
You don't make the fucking rules here, Mr. Conductor. With a tug of the scarf wrapped around it, Rick's neck is exposed.
Let me out.
Rick knows just what veins to hit. Arteries too. So that's why when he raises the knife to his own throat and slashes, it's going to be successful. Even when Rick is a gurgling bloody mess on the floor, it's quite obvious that the man is dead.]
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Fuck! [ THAT...that wraps up half their case, she guesses, but. Sol is going to go check on the body, even though it's pretty clear HE'S A LITTLE DEAD. ]
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No!
[WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING]
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. . . I probably shouldn't have given him that.
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[ COME RICK, REALLY? ]
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... He's shaking a little, but it's because he's pissed as hell. ]
What the fuck?!
[ So yeah, basically what Jean said. ]
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A TRAUMATISED SON???
RUSHING OVER??? ]
Katsuki!
[ he's getting pulled into a tight hug.
this is what a mom should do, right? ]
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They died for that...?!
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you're talking about how you didn't want them killed at all GOOD THING WE CLEARED THAT UP BEFORE THINGS COULD TURN HIDEOUS
sighing: ]
I know.
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people he actually liked? ]
... I'll be properly pissed about it later. First things first.
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She keeps her mouth shut and looks away from the scene. Later, you crazy old man.]
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Goddammit, she wasn't supposed to be crying over you, Rick.
And maybe it's not just for him. Her tears are for Hibiki, for Yuuri. They deserved better.
...and they still have to figure out who killed Mordecai and Marty, and that is - it's not okay, either.]
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He's dead already.
She turns her head deliberately away, knuckles whitening on the edges of her podium as she looks across the circle towards Hibiki's photo.
He should have just done it earlier.]
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Oh.
Oh...
Well, fuck.]
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He did.]
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