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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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Following the trail of blood, she looks to the staff with an apologetic expression. ]
Sorry, sorry -- [ She turns back to the older man. ] Dad! Hurry up!
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sholmes can collect some of the purple stuff! it's a thick consistency, kind of like paint, and can't be found anywhere beyond the door.
the blood trail leads up to a room, marked unoccupied, though the door is closed. ]
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[HUFFS!!!]
[He's just playing along, though, folding away the purple stuff before turning to follow Reze.]
[And oh...a closed door. Sholmes blinks, and...]
I see...I see-! A closed door! This never stopped a great detective like me, before! Stand aside, my dear! I'll take care of this in but a moment-!
[he is]
[going to kick open the door]
[i hate him]
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[ SHE'S SO OFFENDED? HELLO?
She also doesn't expect him to just kick the door down!? As much as he talks about boxing, he's never done anything so --
What's behind the door? ]
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it's dark, but they can see a person in the middle of the room, sitting in the visitor's chair with their wings trailing on the floor. the point of a sword sticks out of their chest, dripping blood onto the tile.
kim dokja is dead. ]
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[What.....was that?]
[Sholmes steps in, feeling chilled. Those sounds. Metal against flesh.]
[He stares at Kim Dokja, before shakily lifting the walkie talkie.]
W-we found him. Mr. Dokja, dead. There were...there were blood trails in the Star Circle we followed to the hospital. And there...there seems to have been some sort of mechanism set up in a hospital room that activated when I opened the door that...may have put a sword in the man's chest.
[A sigh.]
More information to come.
[Is there a light switch anywhere?]
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There's a chill in the air, goosebumps rising in her skin as the sound of flesh being pierced hits her ears. Reze wanted to believe that she would be prepared for what was to come, but she isn't -- nothing could have warned her for this outcome.
Sorry if anyone hears her in the background of the walkie talkie, because Reze just
screams. A full on Vera Farmiga scream, long and extended.
Sorry, father #3, give her a second. ]
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doing so reveals that kim dokja has been tied to this chair, and the sword has been tied to some... other very complicated mechanism that was not explained in the murder doc but is somehow connected to the door. don't ask questions, i'm not smart enough for that.
after so many trials, though, they may be able to recognize the sword as kim dokja's own. ]
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[The scream pierces through him - he winces, just because of the sound, but his look is nothing but sympathetic as he looks at Reze, then back at the dead body.]
I'm so sorry, Miss Reze. [And a murmur to himself:] What sort of...monstrosity is this?
[He will take a look over the mechanism, frowning, and will carefully step towards Kim's body after hearing the crackle of the words over the walkie talkie. He reaches over to press his fingers against the man's neck. Of course, he's dead, but...is he still warm?]
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She leaves the room briefly, and the air there still feels tight. Constricting her from getting a proper breath, but she'll at least try to take this time post her panic to look down the hallway to ensure she didn't attract any staff members.
She returns, still cradling herself --
Is the sword still tied to the rope? She... doesn't want to look at the body for long, so she'll examine the rest of the room. Is there any sign of a struggle? ]
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the sword is still tied to the rope. the room itself is a little messy, like there may have been a small struggle, but nothing major. there are no blood splatters or anything of note beyond that caused by the sword.
when suriel sees dokja in the room, they gasp, freezing in their steps, and clutching the feather close to their chest. one breath, two, and they turn away to deal with the hospital staff, gently assuring them that it was only a panic attack and they have it under control. the three are left to their own devices for now. ]
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[He shoots a look over his shoulder at the other two.]
Please, don't hesitate to step outside for a moment to collect yourselves if need be.
[He is too used to death, unfortunately. Isn't that the irony of a great detective? They can't really prevent death. They only can solve the mystery of one's death after it happens.]
[He is going to reach into his satchel to take out a piece of paper to jot down the appearance of the mechanism, the location of the sword and rope. He will also look around at the blood splatters - any words in them?]
Miss Reze...should I remove the rope and sword now? We need to get his body back for investigation.
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... I'll carry the sword and rope, so do you mind taking care of him? Please?
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[He'll sigh at the words, and write those down, too.]
Dying...alone?
[Then what is all this rube goldberg stuff, then?]
[He'll nod to Reze, before untying the rope. With his sleeve, he'll grasp the sword to pull out of the man, sorrowful the whole while.]
Here. I'll carry him. Take it.
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... [ She breathes in, closing her eyes. ] It's not just "another" death, Ahjussi. [ Mitski was right; Mom... I'm tired. She looks away when Sholmes' pulls out the sword, taking off her jacket before retrieving the weapon from him. She rolls it up into the fabric, doing her best to conceal this... bloody blade -- the staff would probably get on their ass for this. ]
Sorry.
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If that's all, we can take him back. I'll make sure the staff doesn't bother you.
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[He's going to look under the chair and under the hospital bed, looking up at the ceiling as well. Making sure nothing is left.]
[After that, he'll grab the body, hefting it in his arms, glancing down at the chair it's leaving behind.]
[Why? Why any of this...?]
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Her head dips, and if there's nothing left for them to inspect she'll leave the room with the sword and rope in hand. ]
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