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thefoundation2019-04-13 11:21 am
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2019-04-13 11:21 am
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WEEK 3 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...🗈
...As always, the courtroom was there - along with the audience, watching, waiting for the entertainment before them.
The Witch - Nirrti - was there, sitting in the most important place, watching all of them with a sharp, cruel gaze, a smile of pure delight on her face.
Watanuki was also there, but he merely lounged in the back behind them, smoking a kiseru pipe in silence.
...It seemed as if he was content to watch - that he had to watch - as part of the rules of the game.
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.
They had found the truth last time....but now, two people had died.
Was it possible for them to find the culprit this time?
A culprit that....had...
No, it had to be.
For the sake of the dead...and the sake of them all.
The Witch - Nirrti - was there, sitting in the most important place, watching all of them with a sharp, cruel gaze, a smile of pure delight on her face.
Watanuki was also there, but he merely lounged in the back behind them, smoking a kiseru pipe in silence.
...It seemed as if he was content to watch - that he had to watch - as part of the rules of the game.
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.
They had found the truth last time....but now, two people had died.
Was it possible for them to find the culprit this time?
A culprit that....had...
No, it had to be.
For the sake of the dead...and the sake of them all.
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[The crop flares up again, magnifying glasses adjusting as he lets the weapon fly]
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...
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The killer did not know them that well, otherwise they would not set up the scene to look like Kurusu had stabbed Sakamoto.
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[Hm.
Again, nothing.
Again, she weathers the injuries.]
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... this seems like a repeat of last week.
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But I....wanted to see if you would repeat your mistakes.
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You will be disappointed.
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I look forward to it.