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unknownseas2020-04-18 10:57 am
bathymetric) wrote in unknownseas2020-04-18 10:57 am
FIRST TRIAL
Alright, that seems like more than enough time to poke around the crime scene. Gather at the vault door, won’t you? It seems that for many of you it will be a short walk.
[ Once you’re all gathered at the vault door, Angel meets you there and quietly taps a keycard to the side of it. There’s an enormous whirring and grinding from inside as various mechanisms within the door move and whir - until with one last shuddering thud, the door starts to swing inwards, revealing a fully-glass tunnel leading off the side of the plateau the base is built on. Small lights built into the floor illuminate as you walk forward, until finally they light up an enormous elevator, perfectly capable of holding the twenty-four of you.
Angel comes too, putting a few numbers into a keypad just outside the door and inserting her card key once everyone is inside. She’ll gestures to get in if anyone seems unsure, but doesn’t really speak or enter the car herself. ]
Going down.
[ And down the elevator goes, leaving the lights of the facility behind - from here everyone can even see some parts of the facility you don’t have access to, it’s bigger than you realized. But it’s a long and uncomfortable ride to the depths, at least a minute or two before the elevator stops.
When the doors open, enough lights flash on to show that you’ve reached the ocean floor, some distance below even the depths you knew before. Lights around the outside of the massive glass dome you've found yourselves in illuminate the barren depths of the sea, with little if any ocean life to currently disrupt it.
At the top of the dome, among the lights, is an outward-facing circle of five or six different screens, each showing the telltale spiral that indicates The Professor is as present as he ever is.
Below them, of course, are the podiums, a circle of simple metal stands with some kind of video screen embedded into each, though they’re turned off for now. Each of your names is carved into one of them, though the podium constructed for Aela seems to have been just set to display a blank red light.
The screens lower down until they’re too close to eye level for anyone’s comfort. ]
Welcome to the trial room. You have as long as you need to discover who among you killed The Huntress. Once you have, I will explain further action. Take your places.
[ The screens rise back up - welcome to your first trial. ]
[ Once you’re all gathered at the vault door, Angel meets you there and quietly taps a keycard to the side of it. There’s an enormous whirring and grinding from inside as various mechanisms within the door move and whir - until with one last shuddering thud, the door starts to swing inwards, revealing a fully-glass tunnel leading off the side of the plateau the base is built on. Small lights built into the floor illuminate as you walk forward, until finally they light up an enormous elevator, perfectly capable of holding the twenty-four of you.
Angel comes too, putting a few numbers into a keypad just outside the door and inserting her card key once everyone is inside. She’ll gestures to get in if anyone seems unsure, but doesn’t really speak or enter the car herself. ]
Going down.
[ And down the elevator goes, leaving the lights of the facility behind - from here everyone can even see some parts of the facility you don’t have access to, it’s bigger than you realized. But it’s a long and uncomfortable ride to the depths, at least a minute or two before the elevator stops.
When the doors open, enough lights flash on to show that you’ve reached the ocean floor, some distance below even the depths you knew before. Lights around the outside of the massive glass dome you've found yourselves in illuminate the barren depths of the sea, with little if any ocean life to currently disrupt it.
At the top of the dome, among the lights, is an outward-facing circle of five or six different screens, each showing the telltale spiral that indicates The Professor is as present as he ever is.
Below them, of course, are the podiums, a circle of simple metal stands with some kind of video screen embedded into each, though they’re turned off for now. Each of your names is carved into one of them, though the podium constructed for Aela seems to have been just set to display a blank red light.
The screens lower down until they’re too close to eye level for anyone’s comfort. ]
Welcome to the trial room. You have as long as you need to discover who among you killed The Huntress. Once you have, I will explain further action. Take your places.
[ The screens rise back up - welcome to your first trial. ]
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He's always pale, but now he looks kinda green as he drapes over his podium. But he's here to do his part... ish]
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All of it's so deeply frustrating, though perhaps that's just Lif's perspective. It's already bad enough that he's angry and tense about this whole situation, but...]
Then I suppose we should begin, then. What was everyone able to find?
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She takes her place at her the pedestal with her room number on it, squarely between Zelos and Shelley, and hugs her dark cloak a little tighter around herself.]
...This sucks.
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She shouldn't be here. This shouldn't be in her purview to begin with. He could have kidnapped some twiggy little Zircon if he wanted a trial. Also, the top of the screen is like half an inch from her hair! ]
Right. Let's get this over with.
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As Ema mentioned, I investigated the spray of blood. It didn't look as if any of it was wiped up, or that anything was lying there and later picked up. It also looked as if it happened while she was on the ground, so whoever did this probably had the strength to knock her over and keep her pinned at least momentarily.
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There was something weird in the laundry room. One of the washers was open and spilling suds. But it was...like, a lot of suds. There wasn’t anything else in there...and Alice can tell you, there didn’t seem to be any dryers used either.
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[His tone is flippant, but the look in his eyes is...weird; he's really obviously trying to hold himself together, regardless, though.]
It might help if we try to put together what actually happened - a timeline of events, as best we can figure it out. Any takers?
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FOOT CHECK 2: NOT JUST FOR GEMS
[ Rin will be checking the size of everyone's feet against her own, as well as looking for any blood residue. ]
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[Of all the things that this trial has brought with it--theories and conjecture, all of it more insane, more disrespectful to Aela, and almost funny as the next, Lif looks about the calmest he's ever been in this trial as he clears his throat and addresses the room at large.]
Well, it would seem that I am the one you suspect the most, now isn't it? Considering your meandering about, I'm surprised you found anyone at all. Consider that an impressive feat in and of itself.
[There's nothing nice in Lif's tone; there's something cold there, something deeply unfeeling and distant about the way Lif is approaching this whole conversation. It's as if there's nothing wrong at all, really. As if all the trial has been is a friendly chat, with not so friendly faces.
Lif's posture is still closed off, arms crossed--almost protecting the blue area of his chest that's exposed, but he sees no reason to beat around the bush.]
If you're going to pin this all to me, I'd like to see you do it right. Ask of me what you will, but I don't intend to make this easy on you.
COULD THIS BE IT?]
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mods!
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1/2
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TIME TO VOTE!
Who am I to deny such an earnest request? Select the name of the Huntress's killer now, if you would all be so kind. Majority rules, so I suggest you vote as correctly as you are able.
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don't mind me i just woke up
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EXECUTION - HERO'S DOWNFALL
[ As the Professor says that, all the lights suddenly switch off at once, plunging the dome into pitch darkness. The bottom of the sea, it turns out, lets less natural light in than anyone might think.
Wit, pitch black? Doesn't one of you glow?
The screens turn back on first, the rest of the lights apparently reluctant to join them. But rather than the Professor (thankfully, perhaps) or the smooth jazz channel (definitely thankfully), it shows a weird top-down angle of… some kind of ruined castle? Given that he literally glows, it doesn’t take long to notice that Lif is there, looking around in confusion. But pretty soon, he’s not alone - a young woman marches in from the bottom of the static view, walking up to him before he speaks first.
Sharena!?
She looks at him, expression solemn.
I'm sorry, Alfonse… it's time to put you to rest.
... I understand.
Suddenly the camera angle shifts, so that the two stand on either side of the screen, facing each other. She pulls back her spear, and… hits him once, takes time to return to her position. Hits him twice. He’s unarmed - even if he wanted to respond or tried to run, it’s not exactly feasible.
Death… an ending.
And end he does, falling to the floor of the ruins and bleeding out as the screens fade to black. Lif is dead.
The lights raise behind you, dimly illuminating the trial room just enough for you to get back to the elevator, which now dings open as The Professor's voice rings out one more time. ]
Back up the elevator, now. Enjoy your evening.
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