grimmoired | CHAPTER 1: TRIAL

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CHAPTER 1 - WEEK 134 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 Tiger at the head of the table, a glass-covered rose near her right hand.

Tick tock, Narrators. You have nine hours to deliberate.

Throughout today's trial, the snow continues to fall as it has all week, though it's gentle and soft. Instead of tea and crumpets, today's snack bar includes the makings for s'mores, including sharp metal skewers. A fire could be built, should anyone have anything flammable. Additionally, every now and then, the howls of a group of wolves will penetrate the silence that occasionally falls on the the group...and sometimes even in the heat of the moment.

Welcome to your trial post!

Please see here for the OOC summary of events from yesterday's investigation.

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Vote for Akechi.

If it's between someone who feels remorse for their actions and someone who stubbornly clings to any possibility of denying his crime - and would frame an innocent person - the choice isn't difficult.

[He won't say anything to this but he will be incredibly nervous over here!! on the side!!!]

[Dazai notices Eichi looking, and his expression softens a little from Gleeful Murder.]

...I'm sorry, Eichi. I can't forgive people just because I like their partners.

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[Eichi can't keep looking at him, turning away, crossing his arms to curl in on himself. He's a big baby after all, his talk earlier was for show...]

I don't want to die...

Oi now, don't forget last week the partner of the killer got off scott-free.

There's a chance you'll be fine.

What chance is that, I wonder? What percent makes it fine to risk?

[He's trying not to panic but he's struggling a little. At least he's still standing tall, even with his arms crossed.]

Oi now, don't you give up on me like this.

It's alright to be afraid, but there's still options.

[Putting a hand on his shoulder. C'mon Eichi]

...

[He's!! Trembling!! A coward. He knows he's a coward. He only has others do the dirty work for him, he's never involved like this.]

I may try my best to stand tall, even between my body knocking me down, but the truth is that I'm not strong enough to handle this, Sanji-kun.

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That's good. You should want to live. Even if surviving is difficult, or painful - you should want to live.

[It's good that Eichi isn't a broken person like Dazai. But that doesn't mean he'll survive.

Eichi's getting a hug. Dazai's not asking permission for it - he just comes over and wraps his arms around Eichi.]

[He still doesn't say anything, because he doesn't know what to say, because things were fine and then ALL OF A SUDDEN...!!

He's not hugging back. He's just going to tremble a little from holding it back.]

[That's fine. Dazai will just keep on holding him.]

...After the vote, no matter how the results end up, would you come to my room later? Please.

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[... oh, jeez.]

Natsuo's without a partner, too, Eichi. Whatever happens—

[he could be okay. both he and natsuo could be okay, in the end.]

There's no guarantee, is there?

... No, not really. But I'll be pissed if they let one of you die.

finethanks - 2018-06-17 01:11 (UTC) - Expand

I'm sure.... I'm sure they'll save you. Whoever they are.

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hairbrain - 2018-06-17 01:32 (UTC) - Expand

[honestly, amidst all the hullabaloo. . . Akechi is purposefully, quietly, shooting Eichi a glance]

[. . .]

[he looks tired]

[As things started to get worse, and his own explanations became useless, Eichi had gone quieter and quieter until now, standing off to the side and trembling like a coward. He hates it. He hates it more than anything else. He needs to change... But he won't have time?

But he catches Akechi's glance, and he's still not sure what to do. He can't keep over here alone when they're partners.

So he steps closer, reaching to take his hand, pointedly. Talking here probably won't help, but... maybe he can get to something!!]

[ah]

[Akechi takes a moment to stare at that hand, even as his shoulders heave with each breath he takes. he looks like he doesn't quite believe what he's seeing, here]

. . . what? [what!!] You. . . believe I did it too, don't you?

...I can't think anything of what you did unless you tell me. I thought you were by my side, that whole time. Weren't you?

[He doesn't...get it!!] You'll tell me what honestly happened, won't you?

[. . . . . . .]

What's the point?

[quietly, voice barely above a whisper. if he tells the truth, then. . .]

Does it matter? None of it matters. Even if I told you the truth, all that would do is--

[make Eichi hate him. right? that's how it works. he tells the truth, he shows people who he really is, and all they do is hate him]