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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[thesettingsun]

I hate his guts.

[is that an answer]

[spondulix]

Eh, Ion, don't worry your little head. He's simply a nuisance who acts on his own delusions. I wouldn't bother with him. I won't. It would be a waste of time.

[fonlines]

I see... Still. If I can reason with him, I might as well try.

[ he shrugs, just a little, smiling a little ruefully. ]

We're all still here for the next while, after all. I don't see the merit in antagonizing others when it isn't something strictly necessary, or can be avoided.

[ or might not even matter in a day anyway? hm. ]

[fonlines]

[ it's an answer.

... ]

I know I cannot ask you to let go of your anger, justified or not, because simply isn't a reasonable request if I do not know the circumstances... but.

[ stern, chiding 12 year old pope voice! ]

I would ask that you do not get others involved in any personal or petty disputes the two of you may have.

[ like. either of the Ions? thanks. ]

[thesettingsun]

...It's not as though there was any possibility of him being harmed when everyone knows who actually was responsible. I can be petty when it hurts no one.

[fonlines]

Oh, I'm aware. In this case, I do understand, but...

[ a mild, wan sort of smile. ]

It's simply a request for your conduct going forward, in hopes we manage to figure out a way around the partner conditions.

[ conduct for. all of. one day? maybe? can we save Dazai and Jae-ha. ]

[thesettingsun]

...For one day.

[fonlines]

Then you have accepted what is to come, even though you yourself hold no guilt?

[ :/ :/ :/

step 1: accepting your death? sad! ]

[thesettingsun]

What are you talking about? My partner is still alive.

[fonlines]

[ i am a fucking moron and thought dazai and sharpay were partners tHIS WHOLE TIME, goddammit hi my name is mauyn and i can't fucking READ but you know what, ion didn't memorize the partner lists anyway ]

Oh? --I'm sorry, you advocated so strongly for her that I...

I apologize, I think I may have assumed wrongly, in all the confusion. Then, my request still stands.

[thesettingsun]

[oh nooo

to be fair when you said that I was like 'wait is Dazai going to die and no one told me']

It was confusing out there. No, she was just my friend. And I really didn't think she did it.

[fonlines]

[ turns out the mid trial murder isn't a mid trial murder but instead a mid execution murder instead where the author slapfight turns deadly! ]

I understand. It's hard to believe those close to us could be capable of such things, even for reasons they believe are just.

If nothing else... [ he offers the tiniest of faint smiles. ] I'm sure she appreciates your loyalty. Even if in this case, it was ill-placed...

[thesettingsun]

[Dazai was in his mobage from the beginning and Fitzgerald had to wait like a year so who's laughing now.]

...That's all I wanted. That's something I'm good for.

[Not just throwing fits and drinking ink, but making things a little less miserable for people he likes.]

[fonlines]

[ fucking rip Fitz ]

I believe you.

[ the smile remains, but its edges start seeming a little forced, given the events of the previous two days. ]

Please take care. It would be awful if others thought to think less of you for today.