FIFTH TRIAL

[bathymetric]

Quite the spread of evidence, isn't it? You have all you need, make your way to the vault door at once.

[ Once you're all at the door, Angel lets you through and into the elevator as always. And speaking of that elevator... your space to roam inside has grown again as you head down. Four is a heavy number to lose in one week, isn't it, between Nova and the three bodies you've just found? Though the number of things to discuss might be weighing heavier on your mind, if you're one of the investigators. The elevator might seem bigger or smaller than usual, despite the increase in space.

The trial room is as it is most weeks, apart from the newly-red podiums, so at least that's not a surprise by now. The screens are lowered, the familiar spiral displayed as ever. ]

That's three down this week. Up to three parties can be found responsible, when all is said and done - so go forth and find whoever did this, won't you? And to whoever did this... as always, best of luck to you as well.

[ The screens raise.

Welcome to your fifth trial. ]

Comments

[blackmass]

Indeed, I could fight Rose Quartz. Jasper herself will tell you as much, since we exchanged blows earlier.

But my preferred weaponry is nowhere in sight, and I would not waste my time fighting with a knife.

[nothingcanstop]

Of course. [ And she doesn't sound dismissal, just, you know, considering. ] ...What is your preferred weapon, out of curiosity?

[blackmass]

Black Keys--a sort of long and thin sword made for throwing. I am not adept in swordplay.

[nothingcanstop]

Throwing swords? ...Huh, and I thought I'd seen it all.

[blackmass]

It's a very simple thing. They are made to be gripped multiple at a time by the handle.

[Kirei held his hand in an odd position, simulating something held between his fingers.]

Picture a thin rapier in construction, if a bit more lightweight. Most of the Holy Church members trained in combat knows how to utilize them.

[nothingcanstop]

...I'm starting to think the Church is different from what I know, where you're from.

[blackmass]

[BOY FUCKIN HOWDY.]