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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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[He stares directly at Kaeya.]
It all comes down to love.
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[ well, that's definitely an answer...flat looks puzzled for a moment, but he nods. ]
You really are a big romantic, Spike.
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But, ah well. Doesn't matter, does it?
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...
I'm trying to figure out where you got the impression he'd ever want that. But I'm drawing a blank.
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He understands.
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Does he? Or are you telling yourself that to make excuses? He's hardly the only one who wants to know who killed Sheba, but none of us jumped straight into murdering the first person who looked slightly suspicious.
Loads of us were hurt after she died, and said things because of that hurt. If you're taking things said in the heat of the moment as permission and as excuse, you're a damn fool.
But either way, it doesn't change much.
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Sorry.
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[Ow.]
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[ well, he's had enough of this. ]
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I'm not going to apologize for what I'm not.
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But this was another person, Mr. Spike. [...] A person who could have lived another day if you hadn't chased her down. Your assumptions, in the end, were erroneous.
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[A strained sort of smile, and a sigh, as he turns to her.]
But of course, my dear. I shall work towards finding the others.
[And he is.]
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I can't really do anything but if you need a helping hand, magic detective assistant Power is here.
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[He's going around her horns to give a pat to her head, fond.]
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I'm not a person, though, am I?
I can't be a person. That's what none of you ever got. This? This is all I can give.
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I...I think you're as much of a person as anyone here, Mr. Spike. I never doubted that.
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[Drinking together, after loss, and their talk then...]
[He...closes his eyes. And sighs.]
Perhaps that's just the silly human in me, then.
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She looks sympathetic. Just a little.]