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thefoundation2019-04-06 11:24 am
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2019-04-06 11:24 am
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WEEK 2 TRIAL
It was noon on Saturday.
No matter where they were, no matter what they were doing...the moment the chimes rang out through the hall, they felt a change.
The world...began to expand, as they felt themselves leaving the world they were on, and towards another, much larger world...🗈
No matter where they were, no matter what they were doing...the moment the chimes rang out through the hall, they felt a change.
The world...began to expand, as they felt themselves leaving the world they were on, and towards another, much larger world...🗈
This new world looked like...the inside of an ornate courtroom, like something that wouldn't be too far from some kind of grand fantasy novel. The audience was full of people with Goat Heads...like some kind of bizzare trial proceedings.
The Witch - Yuuko - was there, sitting in the most important place, smiling in her mysterious way at everyone. There was no music to be heard, but... perhaps on another plane, in another place, someone else heard music as they gazed upon the proceedings.
Again, their forms had changed - perhaps into something different than last time, but...still a change, no matter how dramatic or inconsequential it was.
...There was a deep silence in the room, one that no one wanted to break. It was the faint tension in the air, like the moments before a race or a competition begins.
The conclusion to the last trial hung in the air - deep and forboding.
It was due to their own mistakes that an innocent person had been executed, last time. Would such a horrible end happen this time? Would they be able to find the culprit?
...
No one knew.
The Witch - Yuuko - was there, sitting in the most important place, smiling in her mysterious way at everyone. There was no music to be heard, but... perhaps on another plane, in another place, someone else heard music as they gazed upon the proceedings.
Again, their forms had changed - perhaps into something different than last time, but...still a change, no matter how dramatic or inconsequential it was.
...There was a deep silence in the room, one that no one wanted to break. It was the faint tension in the air, like the moments before a race or a competition begins.
The conclusion to the last trial hung in the air - deep and forboding.
It was due to their own mistakes that an innocent person had been executed, last time. Would such a horrible end happen this time? Would they be able to find the culprit?
...
No one knew.
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It's called establishing motive. If you cared about Watanuki, I don't believe you could have done this. Say it in Red: "I don't care if Kimihiro Watanuki lives or dies."
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[She's quiet...and then shrugs.]
I do not care if Kimihiro Watanuki lives or dies.
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[Joey folds her arms. She'll be back later, but making "Yuuko" say that validates a tiny, spiteful part of her, and gives her something to follow up on later.]
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I refuse.
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[Smile!]
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[A few truths that are piercing her break, but she's still clearly in pain...]
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Only 'Watanuki Kimihiro' can use the name 'Watanuki Kimihiro'. Nobody or nothing else can use that name.
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What about the mind in that body?
Was the soul in that body Watanuki Kimihiro?
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She's silent.]
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The soul of the person we know as "Watanuki" is in someone else's body right now.
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"Watanuki's" soul is not in anyone else's body. All pieces present have their own souls.
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... Syaoran and Watanuki are the same person. Syaoran is also Watanuki, therefore he can use the name. The person standing here with us now, calling himself Syaoran... is Watanuki.
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[...She doesn't refute it, and it stabs into her.
She looks...like some kind of obscene sacrifice...but she's not even crying out in pain anymore.
What is this...? Is this...really...the truth...?]
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[He looks at the pincushion witch.
He looks back at the doctor.]
WHAT?!
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While it's true that we share the same existence, we are entirely different people.
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Was the soul we knew as "Watanuki" actually the soul of Kimihiro Watanuki in the first place?
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