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WEEK 5 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, the smile on her face bright once again.
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.
The Truth of this case hung in the air, just out of reach.
Like a hanging dagger over their heads, ready to strike...
...Just when would it fall?
Should it fall at all?
Yet, it had to.
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, the smile on her face bright once again.
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.
The Truth of this case hung in the air, just out of reach.
Like a hanging dagger over their heads, ready to strike...
...Just when would it fall?
Should it fall at all?
Yet, it had to.
For the sake of the dead...and the sake of them all.
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You know, I wondered how long all of you would keep circling around and around and around, never making the proper connections. If I had to watch you all any longer I think I'd just execute myself.
[His voice is extremely cold and flat.]
This is my case, and I refuse to let anyone else take credit for it. I killed both Wheatley and Sherlock.
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In the end he had to fess up... this is sad.
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1/2
and also...
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Enough to potentially get sent back to the throne to do it.
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[There's no tone to that.]
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... Were you planning this, even when we spoke?
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[Joey closes her eyes, and a rapier of blue light appears in her hand. She assumes first position, holding it like a fencing foil.]
You wanted to hurt Erhard and Takumi, didn't you?
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I had no interest in hurting Erhard or Takumi. If they weren't able to stand up to simply having a Piece removed, then that's on them.
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[She's not attacking with truths anymore, but hypotheticals. Alternate timelines. Guilt flows from her heart down her arm and strengthens her sword, not with any color except that of conviction.]
Why?!
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Anon...
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had to toss pup into the bath
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Anon-san...
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Ah... I guess I can't get it past you, can I?
[It's a little less cold.]
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[Yeah, that's all she has to say on the matter.]
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[Honestly, he can appreciate Gebura's bluntness on this.]
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There are a million questions on his mind now that it's come to light. But, he'll settle for one for now. ]
...Why take what was in the box?
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So it was either one of the servants or demons, gramps, or one of the other Pieces.
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