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WEEK THREE TRIAL
week three: trial
loss can't be repaired with money

30 Remain
Good morning, everyone! Hopefully you're well-rested, because there's a long day ahead of you.
The start of the day is yours to do with what you want, but come 11:45 AM, your daemons will feel a compulsion to lead you to church and will ensure that you're up and moving to head there. You can certainly resist it, but by the time 11:55 AM rolls around... you'll find your feet taking you there, regardless, if you aren't there already. There's no exceptions—it seems that this gathering is mandatory, as you'll find that your fellow travelers are all heading to the same destination as you.
Waiting in the Church for your arrival are Satariel, Rameel, and Yomiel. A few of the pews have been moved and adjusted, and tables for offerings and communion borrowed at the front end of the room. They've been left empty for the day ahead - save for one, where plates, bowls, cups, and cutlery have been stacked neatly for later in the day. Some snacks and drinks have been provided for the early portion of the day, and proper food for later. Come noon, once everyone is within the church, they'll find that the doors close and lock behind them.
Rameel stands somewhere between Satariel and Yomiel but somewhat closer to Yomiel than Satariel, their hands crossed behind their back. They don't look like they want to say anything just yet and instead just look ahead.
At first, Satariel doesn't say anything. They're looking at Yomiel, before they turn to address the group to get them started, daemon bear-formed and tense. "... with great regret, we can confirm that Mr. Tsurumaru and Mr. Salazar are no longer with us, and that Susato has been missing since the evening we were locked in. Mr. Tsurumaru was one of ours, whereas Mr. Salazar was a Celestial."
Like Rameel, the third Watcher remains silent. They have no greeting for you today, but they still have a job to do, so here they are still.
With a frown, Satariel continues speaking to wrap up the announcement and get trial going. "Let's get started - and bring all three of them back, as soon as we can. However we can help, we're here to."
Every hour that passes, the bell of the church will ring out with the time. The pressure's on, good luck.

Trial start
Business stops for no one! Welcome, everyone, to our fourth trial. For the next nine hours, characters are expected to investigate the setting, compile and examine evidence, locate any unalive and unaccounted for members of their group, and theorize about the going ons of Thursday night/Friday morning that lead up to this point.
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bloodmetry
I read the blood from Tsuru's sword and the stab wound. Burning's really fucking unpleasant. I heard "...it wasn't my intention to surprise you in this fashion...".
And there was flashes of blue. I couldn't see what exactly the blue was, it was just flashes.
[ And then he turns to look at someone in particular. ]
Fire's usually red, unless it's real hot like on a stove. But I've seen blue fire before, just this week actually. You wanna tell everyone else about that, Rin?
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It's something.
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[ it's not like he's not believing akira. it's more like...he's a bit shocked? ]
But the hair on Mister Tsurumaru was blue, wasn't it? Rin's hair is black, isn't it?
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But those words. Those words are like a jolt of lightning to his very soul. He freezes for a moment, unable to to say or do anything.
Then his bottom lip starts trembling, and the tears start rolling down his cheeks.
And finally, after all the struggle, he lets go of the hood he's had pulled over his head this while trial- this whole weekend- to cover his face with his hands.
They do little to muffle the sob that escapes his throat.]
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[He's coming over instantly, clutching his shoulder. Reassuring, worried.]
Rin, talk to us. What's going on?
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[ah.]
Rin...
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Rin?
[NO????????????????? SHE REFUSES TO BELIEVE THIS???????]
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She's gonna pluck one anyway and hand it to Nero? ]
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[ he sounds...genuinely concerned. ]
It's okay. You can tell us.
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Rin? What's going on, mate?
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he's moving in close.]
Rin, don't...
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this is bad.
she goes to pat him, but misses by a bit to get to the top of his head. ]
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[ aka she is SCARED that he'll be a target but waves hand at ]
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