Fifth Trial

[bathymetric]

[ There's a long while of examination before the Mayor speaks up. There's plenty of evidence to pick up yet again this week, after all. ]

Annnd that's going to do it. Wrap it up and head to the bathyspheres, kids, you've got some business to attend to.

[ The bathyspheres take you all down, down, into the now-familiar dome below the city. The similarly familiar red glow persists until the lights properly turn on - the projection of Fontaine's silhouette is gone, of course, replaced by that same flickering "please stand by" message. But your mayor's voice is still the one that speaks over the increasingly empty circle of podiums. ]

If you somehow need a reminder of why you're here, three of you are dead. Get away with it, killer or killers, and the execution room gets to really work overtime today. But I guess if you wanna live, you should find who murdered three people. Could be important for you guys.

[ Welcome to your fifth trial. ]

Comments

[asymptotes]

What can I say? I appreciate the classics.

[allatonce]

Fine, whatever. Blah blah power of friendship will never run dry blah blah I bet you fight robots all the time so you'd know how to rip one's head off.

[asymptotes]

You're right, I'm familiar with robots. Though mine are different than whatever Misfire is.

[allatonce]

So you miscalculated. You thought it would be enough, but it wasn't. He managed to escape and well. You just had to finish the job. Right, Thomathan? It's all or nothing with you.

[asymptotes]

I did pick him, but... it was either him or Gaius, I think.

[allatonce]

Well, of course. Still a little heroism buried in you somewhere, huh? No sense in it if it's not a fair fight.

[asymptotes]

Something like that. Really, I was almost hoping to be stopped.

1/2

[allatonce]

[For a moment, just a split second, her demeanor softens slightly.]

[specialyellthing]

… You gonna be okay, sis?

[allatonce]

Me? I'm fine.

[specialyellthing]

You just seemed—-

We’ll worry about it later.

2/2

[allatonce]

[Then it's gone.]

But you, of course, stopped after one like a good boy.

[asymptotes]

One's easier. Less room for errors. Unlike whatever sloppy nonsense happened across the way.