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Third Trial
THIRD TRIAL
Saturday, Week 3
UNCOVER THE GUILTY PARTY
No one can resist the tug that urges them forward and into the Great Hall. There's no point in lingering within the safe confines of your bed or loitering in the castle halls. Neither will shield you from these tedious trials nor will they keep you from witnessing the ghastly scenes that follow. Most of you have reluctantly accepted this as your reality. Right now, it probably feels like there's no stopping the course you're on. All you can do is hold on tight and wait for Sunday to come. If you can just get through this trial, surely next week won't end in disappointment and tragedy.
It's only when all twenty-two of you are present that the doors in the Great Hall fly open, allowing everyone to enter into the trial room. The only surprise here it is if anyone's still shocked by the display.
As soon as you enter, it's easy to see that the only difference from last week is there are less of you to fill the seats around the table. Likely because of how spacious the room is, with so many of your number missing it's starting to feel a little lonely. With a quick glance, you can see the profiles still lining the walls. Their presence serves as a grim reminder of those whose lives have been lost, just in case the absence of their voices wasn't enough.
When everyone settles into their respective seats, The Sage's cold voice seeps in through their pendants.
"It is time, my warriors, to meet the challenge head on. Thus far, your quick wit and perseverance have prevented these trials from meeting an unrighteous end. As you come upon your third tribunal, I can only ponder if this trend will continue.
May you be blessed with only the best of fortune. You will need it."
As soon as the Sage finishes speaking, five images flicker into sight as if brought to life by a projector. Seeing how there's no such device present, it may not be a stretch to consider magic is at work here.
Soldier on, Warriors.
No one can resist the tug that urges them forward and into the Great Hall. There's no point in lingering within the safe confines of your bed or loitering in the castle halls. Neither will shield you from these tedious trials nor will they keep you from witnessing the ghastly scenes that follow. Most of you have reluctantly accepted this as your reality. Right now, it probably feels like there's no stopping the course you're on. All you can do is hold on tight and wait for Sunday to come. If you can just get through this trial, surely next week won't end in disappointment and tragedy.
It's only when all twenty-two of you are present that the doors in the Great Hall fly open, allowing everyone to enter into the trial room. The only surprise here it is if anyone's still shocked by the display.
As soon as you enter, it's easy to see that the only difference from last week is there are less of you to fill the seats around the table. Likely because of how spacious the room is, with so many of your number missing it's starting to feel a little lonely. With a quick glance, you can see the profiles still lining the walls. Their presence serves as a grim reminder of those whose lives have been lost, just in case the absence of their voices wasn't enough.
When everyone settles into their respective seats, The Sage's cold voice seeps in through their pendants.
"It is time, my warriors, to meet the challenge head on. Thus far, your quick wit and perseverance have prevented these trials from meeting an unrighteous end. As you come upon your third tribunal, I can only ponder if this trend will continue.
May you be blessed with only the best of fortune. You will need it."
As soon as the Sage finishes speaking, five images flicker into sight as if brought to life by a projector. Seeing how there's no such device present, it may not be a stretch to consider magic is at work here.
Soldier on, Warriors.
22 REMAIN
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Might be legendary where yer from, but we ain't all from places like yers. In the yakuza if ya wanna poison somebody, ya do arsenic or -- fuck, poison's cheap, we prefer ta make our kills hand-ta-hand.
So try again an' tell me why it ain't you.
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I admit, I have no alibi, Hanyuu and I checked on each other before we went to bed, and I was in my room the whole night.
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[Then his eyes went downcast. Lying would probably be better, but maybe if he's honest, maybe even if things are stacked against him....]
As for who I want to save... My sister, but I swear! This is not how I would do it!
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So ya got no alibi, a motive and the know-how ta poison Hime-chan. Boy, shit sure ain't lookin' too good fer ya, Doc!
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[His voice wavers, pain, anger, and a sense of betrayal creeping into his words]
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Whether he's guilty or not, we don't want him to feel like he can't be honest with us for fear of his life.
[And then to Georik:]
You understand, right? We'll do our best to keep looking at the facts, so please give us your best testimony when we ask.
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It's bad enough we'll lose someone at the end of this. I don't want it to be on the wrong grounds.
[As much as she likes you, Majima, she's not going to budge on her morals.]
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Fine, do it your way.
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[AND NOW SHE WILL PROCEED TO DO THAT.]
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[He just buries his face in his hands, giving a noise of frustration]
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[Not that Kizakura is unwilling to turn on you if it turns out you're suspicious, of course]
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[The frustration is there, but relief someone believes him is much stronger]
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[ He laughs though... because he's awful and Georik is really not helping himself. ]
Where were ya last night? Did ya like salad, doc?
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[Don't laugh, my dude, my chum, my guy.]
Questioning him is helpful. Antagonizing him to the point of vexation is not.
[Admittedly, he's right: the evidence really doesn't stack up in Georik's favor. But still, don't be overly sadistic.]
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Ehh, fine, fine. He'll crack sooner or later whether he's the killer or not.
[ nishitani no ]
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[Ooh, is there something a little intent in her tone? Something a little more ragged than there normally is? Perhaps. Certainly she's staring firmly at him.]
We're looking for the killer, not an easy target.
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I mean, the killer's probably fuckin' lookin' for one. But I get what ya mean.
[ He will lay off. ]