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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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He might have tried to shut the door on them. Might be when he tried writing the message, but the killer pushed his way in anyways.
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He gets stabbed, slumps over against the door to keep them out... then they use the window to get in and shoot him?
... no way... is why the weapons were hidden in two places because there was two people involved?
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Either they used the window, or managed the door again. There was blood up to the middle of the room, right? So maybe Riku was trying to move away. Hey, I know it's dumb, but do you think someone could have leaned him against the door? So when they were shutting it behind them, his body could have kept it closed?
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But we don't know for sure about these doors...
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There was dried blood on the door handle, yes.
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Okay. Then maybe he was holding the door closed, trying to get a message out during that time before he was interrupted by the killer pushing his way in.
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[ He's trying to make a knife out his fingers and then the door with the other. ]
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And they're running out of time. ]
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I think...
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Maybe we should start narrowing down who it could have been?
It sounds like almost everyone here comes from a world where guns exist besides Vanitas.
Who are people Riku would have let inside that night?
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At this point, it could have been almost any of us... but I guess I should defend myself, right?
Without my powers, I can barely walk up the hill without getting tired. There's no way I could have taken someone as fit as Riku on, even if he were the same size as I was!
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[ Which kind of sucks to think about. ]
Also I wouldn't touch a gun. Those things can seriously mess up your arms and shoulders.
[ And those are important to him ]
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Until I can sort through my thoughts, I'll withhold on presenting a proper theory. For now, your mention of wishes has reminded me of something. Many of us have worked hard through this trial, some in the hopes of having our wishes granted and others for the sake of shedding light on Riku's death. We all know how hard some of us have worked.
But... surely there must be some here who contributed less. I'd like to ask those people of their wishes and if they'd still like them to be granted.
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[Looking at you, blondie.]
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Seriously? That's your reason for suspecting me?
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