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foundationmods ([personal profile] foundationmods) wrote in [community profile] thefoundation2020-08-15 11:10 am
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WEEK 1 || act: indict

[Saturday dawns, bright and early again - and Undyne comes to the inn, flanked by the Royal Guard...all of the Dogs in the area, in their armor or uniforms.

You all only have enough time to get ready - wash yourselves, put on your masks and clothing - before you're ushered out, guarded so heavily that it's clear they expect trouble. Monsters on the way watch you warily, whispering and either looking angry or shocked.

It's clear they no longer have such kind thoughts of you, after what happened.

You're all lead out past Snowdin and Waterfall, into an area that's hot, and the glow of subterranian lava lights the area. Then, past a large hotel...into an area that looks metallic, where some kind of whitish, rainbow-gleaming liquid can be seen below.

In this area, you are led to a wider platform that is still open to the liquid before, with the handrails in place - where there are some seats around, and a familiar face waiting to speak with you.

This...for all of you, it is a familiar sight.

It is a trial location.

You are here to find the killer...and convict one of your own, in a murder that makes no sense.

But you have no choice.

You can only forge ahead....and try to find out the truth.]


VICTIM: HIMEKO INABA
ACT: VOTE
improbablenotimpossible: (I am somewhat exhausted)

[personal profile] improbablenotimpossible 2020-08-15 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a gap in your memory, isn't there?

[He exhales]

I'm not doing this out of spite.
hatesdeerstalkers: (fucking try it holmes)

[personal profile] hatesdeerstalkers 2020-08-15 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
.....Just be quiet.

[He bristles, angrily.]

That knowledge does not make this easier in the slightest. Especially as...

[...]
improbablenotimpossible: (My mind rebels at stagnation)

[personal profile] improbablenotimpossible 2020-08-15 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[He surprisingly complies, looking away from Moriarty, his hand gripping tightly on his lower left arm]