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WEEK 6 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.
...There was so few of them now.
All of them...were now alone, having to come to this conclusion themselves.
Yet, they had to find the truth.
Why did three people die?
Who did this?
The answer...stretched on ahead...
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.
...There was so few of them now.
All of them...were now alone, having to come to this conclusion themselves.
Yet, they had to find the truth.
Why did three people die?
Who did this?
The answer...stretched on ahead...
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I lured Clear to the rec room before midnight. I shot with the sound of the bells. Clear was entering the music room when Erhard stabbed Emi.
...that's the reason I was injured by the shrapnel of the explosion.
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I could have evaded that shrapnel if I wasn't distracted.
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Alright. One more question. And then I'll accept this Blue.
Who did you Wish to revive?
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Syaoran and Karen. Syaoran is the best one to support Watanuki through what comes next, and Karen is one of the longest dead with the most active demon, she might have information you'll need.
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I see.
I accept it.
I hope you're happy with your choice.
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I accept the consequences of my actions.
Truthfully, I only waited this long to speak because that is how the Game is played.
I never intended to live through this.
I would only harm your efforts to change Nirrti for the better.
[Kurama reaches into his pocket and pulls out a red charm with the word 'change' on it. He tosses it to Takumi.]
Give that to Sora, please.
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Good luck, Kurama.
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If that is what either of you two wish to do, I will not stop either of you.
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I--don't know a whole lot about contracts out of ones with Servants, but I'll do the best I can for you, okay? So stay close to me when this all happens.
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[She's not magic after all, just science and weird kabbalistic mysticism.]
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[ oh how times have changed ]
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[Vinea just.
Looks at Gebura.
Looks at Nirrti.
Looks at Joey.
Looks at Kurama.
And leaps down to where the pieces are.]
Try it!?
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...I'm sorry, I can't contract with you. You're not like the stakes. But I can promise you: You will not disappear. You will not fade away. You will not die. You'll just... return to your true form.
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Listen, Vinea, I was expecting to have a little more time...I'm sorry.
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