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unknownseas2022-07-16 10:33 am
bathymetric) wrote in unknownseas2022-07-16 10:33 am
Fourth Trial
[ After the evidence (and what a large batch of evidence it is, this time) has been gathered up, after actually patiently waiting a longer time than usual to make sure everything's been grabbed, the speakers over New Rapture crackle to life. ]
Time's up, everyone. You know where to go.
[ The lower number of bathyspheres, as you descend, is starting to become really notable, isn't it? The descent is the same as ever, lower and lower into the sea. The bioluminescence of those slugs on the ocean floor is almost brighter today, somehow, and some of them have even crawled up the cliff face around you as you pass them.
The dome approaches, slowly as ever, gleaming red in the darkness. The bathyspheres land in a row, doors opening one by one to reveal the familiar sight of the trial room, three more podiums now darkened. ]
Take your places, ladies and gentlemen. You've got a doozy of a situation to discuss. Ass Man and Silver Fox are dead. You know what happens if you can't figure out whodunnit.
[ Welcome to your fourth trial. ]
Time's up, everyone. You know where to go.
[ The lower number of bathyspheres, as you descend, is starting to become really notable, isn't it? The descent is the same as ever, lower and lower into the sea. The bioluminescence of those slugs on the ocean floor is almost brighter today, somehow, and some of them have even crawled up the cliff face around you as you pass them.
The dome approaches, slowly as ever, gleaming red in the darkness. The bathyspheres land in a row, doors opening one by one to reveal the familiar sight of the trial room, three more podiums now darkened. ]
Take your places, ladies and gentlemen. You've got a doozy of a situation to discuss. Ass Man and Silver Fox are dead. You know what happens if you can't figure out whodunnit.
[ Welcome to your fourth trial. ]
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[Spoilers warning!]
...after all that, Undertaker didn't perish. Once I pinned him under the jukebox so he would bleed out, we talked. I apologized.
He didn't hold it against me, for some reason.
[That was why earlier she changed her mind when she was wondering why someone would forgive their killer. Undertaker did, after all. Aiba's voice changes, even if her voice doesn't. She's playing a recording, pretty much. There's laughter, a bit pained, but it's definitely him]
"I'm impressed... Heh... Someone like you... Doing me in... When much stronger beings have failed...".
[The recording proceeds, Undertaker speaking of dispatching and demons. Aiba's own voice pipes up, telling him in the end it doesn't matter and that she was sorry and would stay there until the morning.]
"... Glad it was you, though...".
[Aiba shakes her head]
I stayed in the parlor until the morning, locking it in to ensure he wouldn't escape if he was playing dead...but I also could not bring myself to leave. Not until I was sure he was found. Hardly a favor for me to do for anyone. Call it sentimentalism, I suppose.
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Forgiving your killer, huh? That sure is something. ]
...I guess.