FINAL TRIAL

[foundationmods]

...Finally, it was time to begin.

The unlit pyre rose before them, tall and massive.
The smell of smoke wafted around them, as the Witch stood before them - flanked by all her demons and her servants.
The Pieces she had taken.🗈

There was no audience, no trial.

It was just them...and the Witch.

The Witch who stood before the pyre, as if accepting her fate.


In this, this final hour... Music could be heard by both the pieces and those that looked on from another plane.

Their forms were changed again, for the final time - to those of the trial.

A trial that could easily turn into an execution...or a redemption.

But it still had to happen.
If something heals improperly, you must cause pain and reopen the wounds to make it heal correctly.
But.
There was always the risk of infection...

....Would this end....in a happy ending...?

...Nothing was certain.

Nothing, except the knowledge in their own hearts and minds.

Comments

[improbablenotimpossible]

Gladly.

[He shifts, the cane glowing from teal to a bright blue as he held it up - his finger tips spinning the prayer wheels, as he held it horizontal to the ground]

The Witch had no involvement in this case - Anon was the ultimate killer!

Wheatley attempted to kill Anon first in the only way he could: A ridiculous death trap. However, Anon ambushed him and tossed him into the trap, and deciding that simply killing him wasn't enough - he decided to target me as well. I awoken, realizing what is going on, I left Erhard's room to protect him by setting an ambush in my room, so he won't get caught in the crossfire.

After acquiring the knock out gas from the Goats, he threw Wheatley into the window of my room, where I made the mistake of trying of trying to rescue him. While the gas had its intended effect, Anon lifted Wheatley's head and bashed me with full intention of making sure I was out when he throws me into the death trap. ...While he did this, he was wearing only underwear, so he had less evidence to get rid of - that's when I noticed the markings on his body.

However! He did not succeed, and the pain of being pressed against the trap and Wheatley's shattered body woke me up - causing Watanuki to feel my pain and attempt to save me by expending a command spell.

Unfortunately, due to the way I was pinned, and the body I had – the action caused my arm to become severed. Anon realized from my injuries that I would be dead soon, so he was in no hurry – not that I think anyone would rendered him nonplussed – he simply cleaned up the scene, taking Wheatley’s head with him.

While he was doing that, I appeared where my body was found next – Watanuki was there… and Moriarty as well – and with what strength I had, I tried to write an identifying clue to Anon’s identity, but died before I could finish. I believe at this point, this is when all the kitchen knives went missing.

Given Wheatley’s state – Anon threw the knives into the sea, probably washed himself there too, and tied something to Wheatley’s head so he can dunk him into the sea, shorting him out, but still retrieve his head to place back next to his body. During this clean up phase, he burned the underwear he wore. And I believe the reason he did not mess with the writing on the wall is because…

[His eyes widen suddenly in realization]


... It's because Moriarty most likely hid it from him - Watanuki would not been in a position to do, not with the pain he was in.

[keydomhearts]

[ He'll give him a thumbs up at that last part because he got confirmation from Moriarity before that he did move Watanuki to bed and took the book ]

[cryosurgeon]

[Buer takes back his lovely Remy Martin XO-- oh, how he'll miss it-- and drains it dry as Sherlock delivers his Blue. At the detective's shocked realization, he tosses the empty snifter to the floor, shattering it, and throws his arms wide.

And starts to cackle.

The cackle quickly build to manic, howling laughter.]

Bravo, Detektiv! Bra-- ahahaAHAHAHAHA!!

[He's still screaming with insane mirth as the Blue blasts him clear off his feet, sending him crashing to the floor, finally silent and still.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He watches as the demon flies back, and going still, his eyes slowly closing in silence as Buer falls, and grew silent. His lips silently moving as again, he spun the prayer wheels on his cane]

Farewell - Buer. I will see you soon, Erhard.