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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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But until this trial is over, Sherlock Holmes is defeated! Kyaaaaaaaaaaahahahaha, are you watching, Moriarty? How does it feel to see your hated rival be punctured by so many speaaaaaaaaaaaaars?!
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I've come back from death more than once, I may have been defeated before - but the truth I seek always come through
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[And, at her words....the goats in the audience....clapped uproariously.]
Ah, let me praise you!! Here, I will grant you the words of someone who claimed to be the Witch of Truth, a fellow Great Detective -
[A sneer.]
Very GOOD!
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I'll kill you, I swear it!
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...would you be quiet, please? You're going to ruin your vocal chords and our eardrums at the same time.
[ sadly that is as close to "oh my god shut UP" as she's getting but really, girl, does the obnoxious witch cackling ever stop ]
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So all he can do is cling to Holmes's impaled form and scream.]
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The killer still pushed Ryuji, and someone still meddled with the crime scene after Ryuji's death. Also, you have no friends.
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[And A spear is sent her way, just for that.]
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Akira altered the crime scene. In his last moments, he wanted to reveal the truth to everyone, and the only way he could do that in his condition was to "frame himself".
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