[CONTINUE + 3] week 1 || act: indict

[foundationmods]

[Saturday dawns, bright and early again. No one comes to the Inn, but you feel compelled to go to the Core anyway.

It's as if you're forced to. As if....it's inescapable.

You make the walk past everything, until you are directly in the Core, 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: YOSHI NANASE
ACT: VOTE

Comments

[ugly_split_ends]

As she has ALWAYS BEEN... [shoves him]

[soupervillain]

Ow! I thought she was just a nice lady who helped with the concerts!

[ugly_split_ends]

Oh c'mon, I barely touched you.

You going to tell her that?

[soupervillain]

It was a surprised ow! It'll take more than a little push to actually penetrate the armor-like pain resistance of Giovanni Potage!

[ okay maybe it did hurt a little BUT ]

...Are queens allowed to arrest people who don't know what their job is?

[ugly_split_ends]

Who cares?! I'd rather deal with this than being c-condescended to.

[foundationmods]

Yes, but I won't arrest you this time. As long as you're not the murderer.

[soupervillain]

I really hope I'm not!

[ugly_split_ends]

Hehehe... Maybe it was you, Mr. Yiff.

[soupervillain]

Maybe it was YOU, Ms. Hurts People's Feelings!

[ugly_split_ends]

Feasibly. I guess we'll find out.

But when we compare who was suspected before, I was eliminated as a suspect pretty early... while Mr. Yiff was touch-and-go for a while.

[soupervillain]

But it eventually turned out I didn't do it! And therefore no one can criticize me!

[ugly_split_ends]

That won't stop me from criticizing you in the slightest!

[soupervillain]

...Yeah, I figured.

[ugly_split_ends]

...R-Right! S-So... j-just get used to it!

[soupervillain]

Honestly? I kinda am used to it at this point. Like, if you didn't insult me every other sentence I'd be worried you hit your head or something.

[ugly_split_ends]

I see... I'll have to find more creative ways to insult you, then.

[soupervillain]

I look forward to it!

[ugly_split_ends]

...You're stacking masochism on your low-tier kinks now?!

[soupervillain]

Hey! My kinks are all mid-tier and up!! And if you're around to do creative insults at me, it'll mean you're not dead! So... keep being that!

[ugly_split_ends]

Wrong. Even if you try to say most are mid-tier, the ones at the bottom will just make the tower lopsided until it falls.

...Don't t-try to tell me you'd care if I died, again.

[soupervillain]

Okay, I won't tell you!

[ugly_split_ends]

Good... I l-like it when people don't lie to my f-face...

[soupervillain]

But if I don't tell you, isn't that a lie by omission?

[ugly_split_ends]

W-What?

[soupervillain]

You told me not to tell you I'd care, right? But I would care. So by not saying that, I'd kind of be lying anyway.