PROLOGUE : TRIAL

[themodsgrimm]

The Story Continues... PROLOGUE - WEEK 037 Narrators Remain ; Wakey wakey, naughty murder children. It's a lovely Saturday, after all. Breakfast is served piping hot at its usual time and all of the evidence has been removed from the scenes of yesterday. No matter how you choose to spent your morning though, the clock will begin to chime the moment both hands reach the large, ornate twelve. Before your eyes materializes a door...but not just any door. Unlike the door leading to the festival, this door sits primly and properly right in front of the foyer. Whether you exit the castle on your own or you feel a friendly, invisible push, you begin to walk under an arc of wisterias. Behind you, the clock continues to chime with every step you take. By the time the time the clock strikes twelve, you've entered a beautiful garden. In front of you is a long table, 19 seats on each side. Around the garden are several glass cases containing evidence collected yesterday. As noon intensifies on the sun-shaped clock, you'll find Dragon at the head of the table, a glass-covered rose near her right hand. Tick tock, Narrators. You have nine hours to deliberate. Welcome to your first trial post! Please see here for the OOC summary of events from yesterday's investigation. In addition, please be sure to vote! Please see the voting page on how to vote, as we will have two special things to vote for. Voting will close at 9pm EST/6pm PST! If you have any questions, please ask on our Discord server or ping us on plurk. Please direct pings for the NPC to Dana (decals), as she will be taking point for today's NPC, and the moderator team will be on deck for all other questions. full navigation. locations taken (statuses) stories (profiles) info & faq wishing well private conversations

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[randori]

[ --he didn't even think about that. He deathgrips Yasusada's shoulders as he looks out over everybody. ]

There aren't three, right? Any more Ions, step out right now.

[fragileprophet]

[A quiet stab...in his heart. Ion shakes his head and backs away. He's sorry he scared you, really. :( ]

No, not here.

[He's just...gonna keep a safe...distance...to prevent more screaming.]

[okitactless]

[Ow, Natsuo]

"Not here"? What do you mean? [Is this relevant, probably not but he's curious now]

[melancoffeea]

[Sandalphon is annoyed, and visibly so.]

Is this the time? Save your questions for later.

[Better yet, forget them. Don't ask. Go away.]

[fragileprophet]

[He shakes his head again.]

I'd rather not get into it here, but if you'd like to know more, I'm happy to explain after the trial has concluded for the evening.

[fonlines]

[ the other Ion steps up now, though his other's weighed in on the matter already, it wouldn't be fair to let him do all the speaking for them both. ]

There are none. He and I are the only two called 'Ion.'

If you do not wish to crowd him, then I will be just as capable of providing an answer if needed.

[fragileprophet]

[And with that, he's effectively shutting his dang mouth for the remainder of the trial.]

[fonlines]

[ the devil's in the details you know!

besides, you were looking a little overwhelmed, hmm. ]