PROLOGUE : TRIAL

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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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[alttitude]

[Admittedly, the bow gets him to blink.

And tilt his head.]

... Mm? Did I do something worthy of that?

[okitactless]

Didn't you?

[Yasusada isn't really the sort for quips, but this question is rhetorical.]

Even now, you're protecting her. [And whether she's really become a spirit wandering these halls or not, he's certain she's aware of that.] You're serving your master well. That's worthy of respect.

[alttitude]

Captain, not master.

[A gentle amendment.]

... but if you think so, then I suppose I'll take it as a compliment. Thank you.

[okitactless]

[He's tempted to wave a hand--they're the same thing, in his mind. But he catches himself, lowering his hand before he can complete the gesture; now is not the time to be dismissive of Jae-ha's feelings.

Either way, though, it does make him fidget a little, torn. Jae-ha is not his master, and he didn't even speak to Gi-gan, but Yasusada is a tool made to protect and serve. Being helpless has never sat well with him, so he decides to flat-out ask:]

Is there anything I can do for you?

[alttitude]

I wouldn't mind more information on the nature of these links - or what exactly I'm supposed to be expecting. A peaceful death overnight? Someone slamming into my room with a butcher knife tomorrow? Magic to make me disappear forever?

... but I don't know if that's something I can expect anyone to do for me.

I'll keep searching for it myself regardless.

[okitactless]

[Truthfully, Yasusada is out of his element here. But he nods anyway, a determined look on his face.]

I'll let you know if I find anything out. [He just. Has to figure out where to start looking.]