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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...🗈
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...🗈
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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[Be a good stepping stone, demon lord.]
You had the gun, the stake, and a means to open the windows. What do you have to say for yourself?
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Was there anything that showed what range he was shot at?
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[He holds the actual fucking gun out and mimes shooting, arms moving upwards in a line- gut, chest, head]
Pow-pow-pow. In movies, guns jerk up when they're shot, so maybe it was like that.
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[He smirks, the look even worse than usual thanks to his transformation.]
My stake turned into a girl- how would I defend myself if you all decide I did this after all if I unloaded it?
[... Takashi are you legit planning to fight your way out if you lose?]
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You just said you can't shoot. What would be the point of having a weapon you can't even wield to defend yourself?
Just gonna point it and hope for the best?
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You don't have enough bullets for all of us, anyway, do you?
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But her eyes widen for a few seconds then she scowls and it's the angriest she's looked since she got here.]
You should not do that with a gun. Even if it is unloaded or a gun that needs a spell to function. You should not do that.
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[More due to Silver's fear than anything, he puts the gun aside]
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That's a good idea, but I don't think it's something we can do.
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We need only be inventive. Rather than inspecting the gun itself, we could posit a theory to Lady Lambdadelta. "The gun in question is non-magical and fires normal bullets, leaving behind gunpowder and residue." That could suffice.
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[She's just saiyan. The two people with possible murder weapons collabing is an intriguing look.]
It was in a confined space, wasn't it? Anyone can make a shot from the right range. And if the stake was also involved, then it's possible you cut off Riku's mobility before finishing him. How does that sound?
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[There's absolutely a grain of suspicion there -- not in the abundance of evidence, but in the concentration of it. She stops to think for a moment.]
There is something else, of course. How would someone get a gun under your pillow without your noticing?
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As for the gun, well obviously someone put it there before I went to bed.
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[They are very fluffy pillows, I imagine, but still.
This is the image she has of you, Takashi, by the way.]
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I should have, in hindsight. But I gotta admit, my mind was elsewhere.
[That picture he got, though he's not going to admit it]
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