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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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I'll...explain more later. I need a moment to collect myself.
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[He hesitates, then lays a hand on Watanuki's shoulder.]
I'm not angry with you. And I'm sorry for how harsh I was in my letter.
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