CHAPTER 2: TRIAL

[themodsgrimm]

The Story Continues... CHAPTER 2 - WEEK 232 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. Throughout today's trial, the sound of flapping wings can be heard as a strong wind occasionally blows through the garden knocking everything disarray. Narrators may even begin to find themselves floating above their seats, airborne and flowing. Instead of s'mores, today's snack bar includes...happy meals? That's right. Several red boxes with yellow arches will line the tables filled with either a cheeseburger or chicken nuggets, french fries, and apple slices. Inside every box will be a bobblehead with a likeness of either Dragon or Tiger. Welcome to your 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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DECISION ;

[themodsgrimm]

[The final petal of the rose in the glass case falls as the clock chimes 9 PM. All throughout the garden, it rings, rings, rings nine times to let everyone present know that the trial has concluded. The light from inside the case dims and all the flowers begin to glow softly from within.

The dragon uncovers the rose and picks up the petals in her hands. With a gentle blow of wind, she scatters them onto the ink table where they turn into ink splatters and a message:]



[She speaks:]

Narrators, you have voted in the majority for Sandalphon and decreed his fate To Be Continued. You have done well as he is indeed Guilty for the murder of Natsuo. Though... a number of you did vote for Francis Scott Fizgerald, as well as one stray vote for Osamu Dazai.

You shall see what becomes of him tomorrow. I hope you're all happy with what you've decided.

[A gesture - ]

Sandalphon - I believe you've been keeping us all waiting.

[Sandalphon will have time to speak, but once done, he will find himself surrounded by two suits of armor and escorted away to a night spent in the dungeon.]

[melancoffeea]

[Sandalphon has calmed, if only on the outside. Upon hearing his name, his shoulders sag, the tension drained from them at last. When he speaks, his voice is soft and quiet.]

My title grants me the ability to bring a victim back to life. I can only use it once.

By targeting Natsuo, who doesn't have a partner, and then eliminating myself through the vote . . . I hoped that Ion would be able to survive my execution. That there needn't be another death besides mine.

. . . That's all.

[axilium]

[...

he's scared to let himself hope, but god, let that be true.]

... Are you Snow White's Prince?

[hairbrain]

..... That's why you kissed him, wasn't it?

[ she knows what the fuck fairy tales are now she read snow white and sleeping beauty. ]

[toughchoices]

[looks at sandalphon

looks at natsuo's corpse

looks at sandalphon again

did it... work... because it kinda looks like it didn't]

[asswipe]

... I really hope you're right about all of this.

[Belph's already on the title thing, so another question:]

Can you explain what was up with the, um, single shoe?

[fragileprophet]

[Why? Why all of this for him? Ion can’t take it anymore. He falls to his knees.]

But now you’ll die.

[vigilantics]

... if this works, thank you.

[alttitude]

[ . . . . ]

I'd told you there was more to life if you wanted to experience it for yourself.

You didn't have to do this.

[doublecrows]

I see.

I suppose, in the end, that was a wise decision.

[finethanks]

[SANDALPHON... Eichi doesn't know him at all and yet he feels for him now? It's such a shame that he'll die.

But also it'd be great if Natsuo could really come back? That's all he's thinking, glancing back and forth between the two as others speak to him.]

[alchemenace]

Does, um. Does it have a time limit?

[ because natsuo is still dead? ]

[holybind]

[ There's nothing funny about this at all.

But the smile spreads across his face before he can stop it. There's no actual mirth behind it though, no warmth in his eyes either. ]

Good call. I mean, not like the lives of angels matter much, right? Not like it was ever your life to live.

[ is he projecting? mayhaps ]

Thanks for your hard work, Sandy.

[unromanceable]

[ at this point she's just ... really tired, and doesn't react much visibly.

but as she stands at 2B's side, the lines of her frame sag with relief. ]

[function]

. . .

You still killed him. He still felt that pain.

[hakodate]

[ ...well.

SURE HOPE IT WORKS. ]

[psychedelica]

... Clever.

[concasse]

[...]

You did the best with what you were given, eh?

[Sanji's expression is sad, but still filled with respect]

[nivation]

[ ...

There are no right answers. No right choices. She still doesn't know what to do, what to think after all this. ]

[spondulix]

I was wondering if you'd use that skill.

[Hey there,,,,]

Let's see if it works.

[thesettingsun]

...I can yell at Fitzgerald more if he lives anyway. Idiot.

[Utterly unconcerned with who voted for him, as well as whether Sandalphon's trick works, he leaves at the earliest opportunity.]

[spondulix]

...

[He's uncharacteristically solemn. The pegasus in his arms whines and tries to lick his face.]

Damn this game. [He mutters, under his breath. And then, a little more loudly:] I have information about the roles we had. If you want to know, I'll tell you.

[He just feels sick to his stomach.]

[axilium]

... That's surprisingly cooperative of you—though it'd be much appreciated.

[alchemenace]

[ yes hi ]

What did you mean by "bringing your daughter back"?

[concasse]

Just explain it from the top, if ya could.

[...]

I'm assuming you were called to kill, and this was the plan you two came up with? Did Natsuo know?