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RECORDING 12: THE FOURTH TRIAL.
The worst has happened... and now you're all here, in the living room where all the trials so far have taken place. As all of you enter, the Vessels are there - Flayn in her darkly pious glory, and Haku, ever the perfect shadow at her side.
On one of the tables away from the center is a small enclosed box entitled 'VOTES', with slips of paper nearby and a pen. It's sufficiently away from what will be the 'main' action, but not enough to really give anyone complete privacy as they vote.
Once everyone is inside, the doors automatically shut and lock themselves, leaving you trapped in here with the Vessels...and each other.
One of you is a murderer...however, in this game, the guilty do not need to be voted out. As long as there are enough people voted out that matches the victims...then it will be accepted.
...But, can you really let someone get away with murder...?
The choice is up to you.
PEOPLE TO VOTE OUT: 1
WEEK 4 VOTING
RULES AND QUESTIONS
This is the fourth time we've gathered together for these solemn proceedings, mm? While I doubt any of you need any reminders of our expectations, we will repeat them for your benefit.
[He looks to Flayn who starts the recitation.]
All present living get but a single vote. The recipient of the most votes will be executed..
As one person was murdered, you will select one of your number to be executed.
Deaths occurring during trials will not count towards executions, as someone must still be voted out for proper execution.
You cannot vote for someone who has died, even if that person was responsible for the murder.
The executed individual needs not be the true guilty party, however, we insist that you make an attempt to identify them regardless of your vote.
Whatever your feelings may be, those who refuse to vote will be killed.
You have six hours to cast your vote. If you have any other questions, you may ask them. [A beat. Then casually throwing a single senbon by Dazai's head.] Do try to make this trial interesting.
[And then to signal the start of their time, cathedral bells begin to chime.]
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Hey. I got a question for you two. Are the walls, ceilings and floor completely immune to damage?
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EVIDENCE
lab misadventures
I went into the lab alongside Hikage, and found a few items of interest. A chair had been knocked over, alongside some items like sheet metal and wiring. That strange device was lying center in the room, though Hikage and Saphir looked closer at it than I did.
[ Because lol ancient king and technology was touch and go. ]
I found a pair of work gloves that were clean, despite them being shoved in with those supplies.
I also took the liberty of checking the lab and smoking lounge for any traces of magic, and there were none. However, I cannot say the same for the other rooms. It appeared I was able to detect the usage of lightning magic in the hallways nearby the bedrooms. It was also mixed with some unknown magic, and this seemed to be strongest right at Room 2's door.
It was well worth noting that I could also trace this magic strictly on Ango's body when I entered the ice room as well. It's entirely possible if I had possession of its source or something where it'd be more concentrated I could better pinpoint what kind of magic or quality this muddled nonsense is.
[ Just. Putting that out there. ]
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lounge things
It looked like there was clean-up happening after the party on Thursday evening. There was a disassembled blanket fort with sheets missing. On the table near a couple of clean glasses was this cloth which smells of some kind of mechanical liquid. Similarly, there were three notable bottles of alcohol that had been put back or moved--whiskey, cognac, and wine. The whiskey had been tampered with and smells of the same mechanical liquid as on the cloth.
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hallways
[ He produces from hyperspace a standard issue Foundation gun. ]
It looked like someone shot it pretty recently? And there's 11 bullets still in it. Cap, you wanna give them the rest of the story?
Re: hallways
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mods?
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body evidence
Ango Sakaguchi was found dead in the ice room. His body was dragged all the way there, and I found him wrapped in a blanket which was covered in his own blood. His body was practically frozen solid, but from what I could tell, it's likely that he died between midnight and two in the morning.
[ he takes a deep breath, keeping his expression neutral despite the gravity of the subject. ]
From examining his body, I found electrical burns on his whole body, but mainly around his ankles, where it also seems that something ran over them from the lacerations that were also at ankle height. There's bruising in his forearm, indicating that he caught himself after falling, and friction marks as if he were crawling out or away from something. I could also tell that on the front of his clothes there was a stain of something that smelled both of whiskey and...some sort of fluid. Not gasoline but something like it...?
Besides that, Ango had three bullet wounds. One on his right shoulder, one where the neck meets the shoulder, and, lastly, one in the crown of the back of his head. I would also like to point that the shot on his right shoulder came from the front, while the other two were done from the back. Though I could not extract the bullets due to the state of the body, I was able to determine from the exit wound that they were made from 9mm caliber bullets, the same as our Foundation issued guns. His left hand also had some blood, while his other hand did not have as much.
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hallways and armory
"Sissel and I investigated the hallway. The first thing we noticed was the blood. A lot of blood. It had gathered in front of room 2, 3, 4 and 5. There were no footprints, and it had that unmistakable blood smell to it. The bulk of the blood was around the door to room 2.
There was a bloody hand print on the door to room 2. It's consistent with a man's left hand, wrapped all away the door as if opening it to reach the inside, not just pushing it shut. It's consistent with the person grabbing it standing up and using it normally, not reaching for it off the floor. I tried to sketch what it looked like, and to take a hand print, but the blood had already dried, and I'm just not much of an artist.
We moved on to the armory and discovered Ango's cracked glasses near the door.
The inside of the armory was mostly normal except the gunpile had been messed up.
Using Sissel's nose, we were able to detect one gun had been recently fired. It uses 9mm rounds and is the normal gun issues to the Foundation agents. There were 13 bullets inside the magazine. Since you don't really store loaded firearms, and it was the only one that had been fired, I'm guessing this had a role in his death. Perhaps only one shot was fired? We can't say for certain two shots were fired with what Sissel and I found.
At any rate, that's all from us."]
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lab misadventures cont
I investigated the lab with Gilgamesh-denka and looked at the strange device on the floor, which was the robot Saphir had built for trap explorations this week. I'll leave the exact specifications of the device up to him, but it was in the middle of the room, like someone had tripped over it, with its wiring exposed.
Additionally one of the fluids in the lab had been tampered with and smells vaguely of alcohol. I brought the container in case anyone wants to look at it further. [ He'll drop off the container of hydraulic fluid, cause what is naming really specific things when you're an amnesiac. ]
bullet evidence from body
These were recovered from the body. The bullets from the head and the space between the neck and shoulder were normal, but the one from his right shoulder was deformed.
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She writes a note on her notepad and turns it around:
"I'm sure this is going to be a very emotional trial, but let's keep things in perspective:
First, thank you, unidentified killer, for murdering responsibly. That's the beginning and end of our gratitude.
Second of all, let's start a process of elimination about the clues."]
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[ So it could have hurt anyone there, even Saphir ]
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Scent check!
[Time to check for a few things: GSR, chemicals, fresh blood from a recent wound, and fuck it, ozone too. Though he especially expects that last one to be long gone outside Ky.
He'll also quietly sniff people's breath and pores to note for sure who was drunk recently. If someone he DID see drinking at the party DOESN'T smell like it like they should he will note that as well as a sign of recent bathing]
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he doesn't smell that much of alcohol either, just faintly. our boi here doesn't drink much. ]
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Re: Scent check!
Re: Scent check!
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"Presumably, one gun fired four bullets. Another gun fired two. Three bullets were found on the corpse, one perhaps from a ricochet.
Did no one find marks in the walls or anywhere else? That would suggest they hit something.
I think it's necessary to ask everyone show off their body for wounds. Failing that, everyone should take off their top layer of clothing enough to prove they don't have a bullet-proof vest."]
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catherd!
It will have to be someone that can use a gun- which is most of us thanks to our training, sadly. But they have to at least be good enough to manage a headshot. They have to be strong enough to drag someone of Ango's size. And in theory, they need to have access to lightning magic either naturally or through an item.
Anything else?
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Just... everyone else, please stand back, especially if you have anything metal on you - just in case.
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WEAPON CHECK AND POCKETS CHECK
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And they're running out of time. ]
We may as well consider Subete the culprit. Perhaps he had an accomplice, however...
There are a few things that point in his general direction, such as the fact that he's capable of lightning magic, and he can use barrier magic. Because the killer hasn't sustained any obvious injuries, and the appearance of ricocheted bullets, we can assume that there was some barrier use.
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My ability is everything.
[Subete's voice echoes through the ridiculous little living room, even as he reappears on the opposite side of the room, farther away from the crowd, and closer to the Vessels. His barrier shimmers with phosphorescent patterns in 守 that seem to very nearly outshine the miasma still trying to eat into it.
Then something else shimmers into being. Two somethings, in fact, layering themselves over his long-held singular barrier like a petals around a flower. One is but a momentary glimmer in the air, there and gone like a mirage, but the flash of a 離 is discernible between one blink and the next. The next is much more robust, green just like the first layer, but shining with a different kanji: 界.
He straightens a little, having dropped the couch cushion between here and there, in his newly erected triple-layered barrier and smiles, full and nasty.]
And I have absolutely no interest in dealing with your useless, confused, self-interested voting. The person named Kenzaki Subete will choose his own ending.
[This one isn't directed at anyone in particular, it seems, but he speaks to the air even as he raises his hand again, and several kanji materialize one after the other:
清, writ large and giving off a gentle spring light, floats over his head and expands; within a certain radius, the effects of the miasma somehow lessen.
封, which splits itself into multiple characters and flies at the walls and ceiling of the room; bookcases fall down from thin air as though by magic, slide across every open surface and exit, until the entire room is encased in books. Anyone who tries to remove the books or the bookshelves will simply find more of the same. This is now a closed space.
And finally, something else emerges as he reaches out to the air and seems to grasp and then tear at it, pulling something from the ether.]
Rejoice. I shall now set you free.
[Shining a brighter purple than the encroaching miasma, floating into the air and then expanding into a strange, somehow pocket-sized monster with an echoing growl, the 敵 kanji concentrates its light in direction of the Vessels.
However, everyone in the room will feel their hostility towards each other increase, especially if they already have grievances.]
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A Thing
Right in time to see a white, furred claw rising up from the floor. It climbs through the floorboards like they're nothing more than a pool of water, and before Subete stands a dragon.
Flayn flaps her wings, tilting her head at him. ]
Ah, it was but a jest.
[ With only a single step forward, Flayn closes the distance between herself and Subete, and opens her mouth revealing a set of nasty fangs.
She lunges. ]
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1? dogpile?
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[She writes:
"So, Subete, then?"]
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...I refuse to vote for anyone innocent of this.
[So yeah fuck 'im.]
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EXECUTION: RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT
Your delusions were charming, Subete. But what did you really amount to, mm? A lamp perhaps.
[In the blink of an eye, Haku disappears then reappears to kick Subete across the room. When he hits the wall, Haku pins him there with a shower of senbon to hold him in place. In his right hand, he holds a floor lamp, then twirls it in his hands, removing the lampshade casually.
Without warning, he jams the top into Subete’s stomach, driving it through skin, muscle and gut like a harpoon. Blood sprays as the metal punctures arteries and though that alone would be fatal, Haku viciously rakes it down to tear a line straight down his torso. From the jagged cut, loops of bowel and flesh slowly drip out of Subete.]
And now you are nothing.
[There's still a laugh lodged somewhere in his throat, but it's a rattle; there's still a smile that he can summon to his face, but it's a bloody crescent moon in a face that's paler than at any point this week; Subete doesn't look at all surprised to find himself here even as he coughs and chokes on his own blood (ah, the familiar taste of it is all over today) and joins in the terrible cacophony of his insides getting speared through and dragged into the air. But:]
So this... is how it ends. But... don't... forget this: my name is Kenzaki Subete.
[Instead of struggling further in the face of the death being given to him (what gives rise to greater feeling, the stronger or the weaker?), he closes his eyes and reaches out his hand.
読. To read. The receiving and interpreting of words, the foundation of one's perception of the world; the ability to see through. He directs it at the Vessels, the house, whatever it may be able to pick up.
Whatever he might still be able to take from the entity that is taking everything, once again.]
And if you think you can gain all of me... think again.
[An instant later he retracts that hand, palm splayed against his own chest, still laughing that death's rattle laugh as he extracts something from his body and with one last effort sends it spinning away from the Vessels. That's as far as he can make it.
An ornate, green grimoire-like tome sits on the living room floor, glowing softly with power. Those nearby who can sense the supernatural will be able to tell that this is an extremely powerful artifact.
Kenzaki Subete is dead.]
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the vicious satisfaction as he watches the execution drains away until he really has to just. sit down. on the floor. right here. staring a bit blankly at the ground because he's... he's really got nothing let for now.]
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