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thefoundation2020-08-22 11:02 am
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[CONTINUE] 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 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
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.]
ACT: VOTE
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I'm s-sorry. I said the wrong thing.
I... sympathize.
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I could never say that damn word right, I can speak Tibetan but trip over a simple word.
[To laugh, if just to keep from crying]
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["Looks like Sir Doyle gets his wish postmortem. Sorta."]
Is there anything I can say?
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[Actually, she sucks at saying things. She'll take out a pen and paper and write:
In his house, there he worked, the implacable gent
Known from London to Thames, and the railways of Kent.
Respected by all around him, friend and foe alike.
No clue did escape when interest was spiked.
Deduction powers supreme, he unraveled many mysteries,
Smoking his pipe by his hearth, on 221B.]
...
[She'll just take it out of her notepad and shove it at him, avoiding any eye contact and blushing like crazy.]