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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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The writing on the door was going to be "SORA", but Riku couldn't finish writing it!
[Have a nice blue tendril of rose thorns headed your way, Lambda.]
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Ugh, yeah....I allow it.
[She gets wrapped up in the tendrils, wincing but giving a smile.]
It was pretty flimsy...but that doesn't mean he wasn't killed by me! After all, does it matter if he wrote the words or not?
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[Still, eyeing those wounds.]
Sorry about that, though. [Feels bad man.]
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Should we ask her to confirm it?
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Lambdaaaaa
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Can you confirm in red the order of the weapons used on Riku?
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[Hmmm... Okay.]
The order of weapons used on Riku were: knife, gun, and lastly stake.
[Go thorns go?]
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[They immediately wither.]
I'd normally never say that - I could have just denied it with 'incorrect', but I'm taking pity on all of you.
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The stake wasn't used at all.
[ The words will take on the form of a wakizashi. Let's go \o/ ]
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I already allowed a blue truth through that stated Riku wrote the letters. But unless you can say that Riku writing those letters himself somehow changes what happened,, I don't have to respond to it.
...Ah, and by 'changing what happened', I mean changing my assertion that I killed him. You can't just be vague and say 'your story wasn't the whole truth, so we can throw it all out.' I might have made a mistake with my recounting, you know...? *cackle*
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