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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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[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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[Now it's his turn to look amused]
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[The briefest smile.]
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This is difficult. Something like that could easily be done with dust from a fairies wings or a technohexen potion.
[Her world runs on magic or tech.]
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As long as everything can be explained without magic, then we can lock the witch out of the story.
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[Acknowledging the giggling stake, probably.]
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[But there are a lot of cliches here.]
If we think Riku was writing Sora's name, why would he be writing the name of someone who isn't here? That's a strange thing to expend your energy on, at the verge of death.
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[Honestly he doesn't seem too concerned about that]
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[So let's ganbaru!]
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