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grimmoired2018-06-30 08:41 am
themodsgrimm) wrote in grimmoired2018-06-30 08:41 am
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CHAPTER 3 ; TRIAL
CHAPTER 3 - WEEK 3 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 delightful, delectable scent of freshly brewed coffee will linger in the air though there will be no coffee present. Instead, today's trial snacks include...finger foods.  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 Danielle (
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can you imagine if it was nagasone kotetsu lmao!
anyway, no he wouldn't!!!!! whoa!!!!!]
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ANYWAY SINCE KONDOU'S GHOST ISN'T BEING IMPLICATED-- He helplessly shakes his head after giving it another look-over.]
I don't recognize it.
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Thank you, Souji. We'll keep looking.
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Thank you.
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anyway it looks like they tried to oil it in the armory yesterday!! as per the summary. nice job, armory team. so that's a sign of recent cleaning lmao]
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Also, keyword here is "tried"]
...why is it such a mess?
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[thanks armory team!!!!]
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[asking the room at large WHY DID NO ONE CALL HIM TO GIVE THE SWORD A BATH]
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It had to come up at some point. Face your sins, Natsuo.]
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Why.
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He's kinda proud though, way to take sword maintenance seriously BUT STILL.]
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slowly turns to squint at Natsuo]
Natsuo-kun, why...
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[ by smearing oil all over the sword?? look, oil makes things shiny and slick, there were good intentions somewhere ]
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But Natsuo is an official member of the Okita Is Great club, so Yasusada doesn't snap at him; he even offers a small smile, reassuring, if a bit tired.]
It's okay, I don't think any of the weapons here have their spirits with them anyway. [so there's no tsukumogami wandering around feeling Icky at least] I can let you practice on me later, if you want.
[since he can't feel through it right now anyway...]
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[ I guess Natsuo will oil Yasusada's body later ]
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...Thank you for trying to help, though. [EVEN IF... HE MADE THE SWORD A MESS ON ACCIDENT...]