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WEEK SIX TRIAL
week six: trial
life's a squeeze
life's a squeeze
19 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 a courthouse, north of the library, 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 one of the courtrooms for your arrival are Shamsiel, Suriel, and Baraqiel. Some evidence tables have been brought in and arranged, 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 already have hot tea, takeout containers from various places around the city set out and perpetually warm (or cool, as needed), and some first aid kits for the more unfortunate to come in feeling a little under the weather. Come noon, once everyone is within the room, they'll find that the doors close and lock behind them.
Suriel stands to one side, hands clasped as if ready to say a prayer, wings tucked close. They have no smiles to offer today. "This should be the last time. Let's do what we can, so they won't have to wait for long to see you again."
"Right, as tired as all of you have become, there's an end in sight from all of this." Words that Shamsiel offers as a means to improve the mood some. They stand with a hand pressed to their chest while the other clenches at their side.
Baraqiel is quiet for a moment, seated on the judge's bench - not at it, on the edge of it, with wings and cloak spilling back on the other side as they survey the group gathered. The juror's stand is empty, and so is the audience seating. Everyone can fill in where they need to, or want to, for the next nine hours. "A-Qing and Scheherazade were Temporals. Kim Dokja was a Celestial. This is the final stretch - but that doesn't mean you can halfass it. Let's go."
Every hour that passes, they'll be able to hear a grand clock chiming from somewhere within the courthouse. The pressure's on—good luck.
Trial start
Court is now in session. Welcome, everyone, to our seventh 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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I did! And I can't. How funny! [ he will try again just for the heck of it: ] I dis - I enjoy your company. I'd rath - sparring with you is my favorite thing to do.
[ xie lian puts his hand to his chin. ]
I thought perhaps you were just cursed or something on Thursday... but it turns out that no one can lie, hm? Would that have any effect on the trial, today, do you think, Baraqiel?
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Amazing. Imagine if I was simply cursed and you said such things with a straight face.
[ not bothered, though, and they simply incline their head. ]
I don't believe even I would be so lucky as to see that affecting trial in a way that would help us. If that were the case, previous killers might have been able to say something this week, which they can't still.
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but, ah. less funny is the fact that this effect that should be helpful is... of course, not helpful at all. xie lian nods, though. ]
...Even still, that may be able to help us some. If we can suss out who is able to lie through investigation and solid use of evidence..
[ hmmm. trailing off, there, he refocuses, looking determined. ] Thank you, Baraqiel.
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they reach out to grab their daemon by its feet, lifting it like it's a christmas turkey before depositing it back on the bench next to them. it shakes itself out, nipping at their cloak with annoyance. ]
I think you will make the best of the effect as you can, but it is true that you may need to find some proper evidence before you can do so.
[ and, again, they reach out, fixing one of the shorter pieces of xiei lian's hair that frames his face. ] Good luck.
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xie lian nods to that though, bowing his head briefly, and lets baraqiel reach out and fix his hair as he'd like. ]
Thank you, Baraqiel. [ and off he goes ]