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thefoundation2019-02-16 12:32 pm
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MOCK WEEK - WEEK 1 TRIAL
It was noon on Friday.
No matter where they were, no matter what they were doing...the moment the chimes rang out through the hall, they felt a change.
The world...began to expand, as they felt themselves leaving the world they were on, and towards another, much larger world...π
No matter where they were, no matter what they were doing...the moment the chimes rang out through the hall, they felt a change.
The world...began to expand, as they felt themselves leaving the world they were on, and towards another, much larger world...π
This new world looked like...the inside of an ornate courtroom, like something that wouldn't be too far from some kind of grand fantasy novel.
The Witch, Lambdadelta was there, sitting in the most important place, smiling brightly at everyone. There was no music to be heard, but... perhaps on another plane, in another place, someone else heard music as they gazed upon the proceedings.
As they looked around, they might have also been surprised to see that their forms had changed - perhaps only slightly, or a much more dramatic change. It seemed like this place demanded a different form in some way, even if it was just a change of clothing.
...There was a deep silence in the room, one that no one wanted to break. It was the faint tension in the air, like the moments before a race or a competition begins.
Yesterday had been the start of the game. But now, armed with all they knew...now, they had to truly go up against the Witch, and somehow.....win.
Right?
The Witch, Lambdadelta was there, sitting in the most important place, smiling brightly at everyone. There was no music to be heard, but... perhaps on another plane, in another place, someone else heard music as they gazed upon the proceedings.
As they looked around, they might have also been surprised to see that their forms had changed - perhaps only slightly, or a much more dramatic change. It seemed like this place demanded a different form in some way, even if it was just a change of clothing.
...There was a deep silence in the room, one that no one wanted to break. It was the faint tension in the air, like the moments before a race or a competition begins.
Yesterday had been the start of the game. But now, armed with all they knew...now, they had to truly go up against the Witch, and somehow.....win.
Right?

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[Sorry Silver]
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The first would be hearing someone outside the room, however... In that case, they would have left through the window. If they were so hasty as to run away, they would not leave the window closed and locked. [ And she thinks she remembers Takashi say he broke in from the window. ] The second is if they believed Riku dead, came forward, and he startled them. That could be when they fired the shot that killed him...
Yet, I see no reason why they would not continue their message afterward. Even if they were unsettled, there are other pieces of evidence that make such a scenario odd. I think the simplest reading is that Riku himself wrote the message.
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Riku wasn't killed by the stake, he was killed by a bullet to the head!
[did he do it right
he didn't
a blue bow and arrow materializes with his words! The bow is drawn back by invisible forces! And...
the arrows falls off the bow harmlessly and clatters to the ground]
... huh.
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Sora. His friend's name is Sora.
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[She nods quietly.]
A pair of friends he traveled with. The letters looked too strange to be SOL, when I saw them. That must also be part of the witch's trap.
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Maybe he was interrupted while writing? Did...did you catch any wounds on his back?
[ Jack didn't look at the body ]
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I don't remember seeing anything like that. But he did have a lot of wounds...
Maybe he passed out from blood loss? Or maybe whoever killed him got his attention and he turned around before they shot him in the head...
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Maaaaan. That's pretty messed up. It's bumming me out...
[ Shaking his head. ]
But have to stay positive to get this figured out.
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