[CONTINUE] week 1 || act: indict

[foundationmods]

[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 looking 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.

You know where this is.

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: REN AMAMIYA
ACT: VOTE

Comments

[improbablenotimpossible]

What..?

It's not here...

[homeecspacecop]

Did you... eat it earlier this week?

[finalring]

[ oh he hates this.

but he'll keep his expression deadpan, masking his anxiety. ]

When did you eat your pie, Sherlock?

[improbablenotimpossible]

...I didn't eat it, or much this week.

The injuries - well, it'd be consistent with how I'd defeat an enemy.

[moonlightalter]

What do you mean? Does it match your fighting style?

[improbablenotimpossible]

Yes, Baritsu involves sweeps and trips as well as kicks and grappling. The broken wrist and the injury to the back of the knee...

[He states, a bit numbly]

[accessorytomurder]

Can... are you strong enough to snap a neck?

[She’s read the books. She knows he’s know the right vertebrae and right amount of force to do it, if he could deliver it.]

[cw_suicide]

[... the distressing feeling of implicating The Great Detective with a nonsense "CHECK YOUR PIE" logic]

Couldn't this just be a frame-job...?

[moonlightalter]

That would explain how you could have hurt him so badly while only getting a small amount of mud on you.

...I'm sorry.

[ugly_split_ends]

...Bartitsu.

[cw_suicide]

[... oh. oh no. this was not at all something he considered...]

Holmes-san...

[lovecolored]

[ Marisa doesn't say anything. Her hands just tighten on the strap of her bag. ]

[ugly_split_ends]

...Maybe Goldie stole his pie?

[finalring]

Why the hell would he do something like that?

[ FUKAWA IF YOU EVEN TRY TO BLAME GIL ON THIS-- ]

[ugly_split_ends]

D-Don't snap at me! There's a million different reasons someone would steal food!

[sageking]

[ ...

Alright, Gilgamesh hadn't been anticipating this. He's decided as a result not to finish his drink. ]

...Unfortunately. I believe we can presume the reasoning for this.

[justonezero]

Wai- really? Are we sure?

Someone else could have eaten his pie, or...

[sageking]

I'm sure.

[ ... ]

Remember well that I've also volunteered to assist in escorting the 'culprit' away.

[ And he's currently wearing his golden armor. He had an idea, suffice to say. It was well worth trying. ]

[justonezero]

[...

He actually walks up close, so Gil can hear.]

What if it possesses you instead?

[oceanicbutterfly]

[...

Karen's just gonna

sit on the ground now.]

[moonlightalter]

[He reaches over to pat her on the shoulder.]

[oceanicbutterfly]

[This nod is probably a relative of a thank you.]

[lovecolored]

[ Marisa doesn't know him as well as the others, so she's just gonna. Sit with Karen for a bit.

Sorry, friend. ]

[oceanicbutterfly]

[Ironically, how well anyone does or doesn't know Sherlock is the last thing she'd want to think about right now.]

[romancekiller]

[oh...

well. that is very concerning. she hates this a lot]