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thefoundation2020-05-16 12:37 am
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RECORDING 15: THE FIFTH 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 Vessel is there - Ango, standing as firm and unyielding as ever, waiting for the time when the trial is scheduled to begin.
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 Vessel...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: 2
WEEK 5 VOTING
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That was the truth. I wanted his death to inflict despair on everyone... He was a nullifier, and he was close to a lot of the others who are left. I wanted to destroy his hope...
You don't know what it's like. The miasma never really mattered to me in the first place, when I've always felt this way. Despair, pain, agony, torture...hahahaaha...ha...
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[At this point, she just sounds... sad.]
I wish that, if you were a phantom all along... you could have been in my world. ...Well, you would have only had myself and the other phantoms to talk to, but... You wouldn't have been trapped like that.
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I lied to her and I had to make it right, so I kept lying and lying and lying...and lying....
[ He trails off, covering his face with both hands. He can hide from her gaze, but he can't hide the slow drops of tears that trail past his sleeves. ]
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She can't quite help herself, moving towards him, hesitant as she reaches out to place a hand on his elbow. It's probably a terrible choice right now, and there's a vague awareness of that in the back of her mind, but she can't not when he's hurting so much right in front of her.
Why did it have to turn out like this?]
Hikage...
[But no number of apologies, no amount of sympathy will ever be enough to fix any of this.]
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Ha...that's not my real name. But even with that grimoire, I still couldn't remember what I was originally called.
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...When I lost my family... a friend of my parents died, too. I used to call him my big brother.
You aren't him. And I am not your sister. [That's just how it is; lives like that could never, ever be replaced.] But even so...
If "Hikage" isn't your true name... would it be alright if I called you the same way I called him, back then?
Big brother.
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I'm not worthy of being called that. And I'm not your big brother. [ He laughs, swallowing his tears and turning them into an emotion he does understand, smothering everything else. ]
...but it doesn't matter, do what you want. [ It's the best he can do when he's this broken mess of a person, but it might mean something in that he hasn't pulled away. And he hasn't actually denied her properly either. ]
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...Big brother, then.
[Because he took the time to talk to her, even now.
In the end, he never did betray her. And selfishly, that's what matters most to her in this moment.]
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I have a show to continue, I can't just stop in the middle.
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Go do as you must.]