CHAPTER 3 ; TRIAL

[themodsgrimm]

The Story Continues... CHAPTER 3 - WEEK 329 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 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 (entrappings), 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]

So it would have to be someone who could manage to keep up with him.

Do you have any idea at exactly how high his combat skill level was?

[fonlines]

He was skilled with both firearms and in hand to hand, and didn't seem uncomfortable in the least when dealing with supernatural abilities.

[ i can't believe the memorysharing dreams from two weeks is actually being useful now. i thought these contextless blips would just be uselessly ???? in ion's head after all the sleeping he did that week. HE DREAMT OF FALLING OFF A WHALE FFS, CAN HE NOT FALL OFF THINGS IN HIS SLEEP FOR ONE WEEK... ]

I was unable to discern exactly how trained his opponents were-- but they did not handle themselves like they were uncomfortable in a fight, or unused to it.

[ his opponents were also two teenagers but honestly that doesn't faze a fantasy pope who sees plenty of teenage soldiers every day, so. ]

[alttitude]

[ . . . . interesting.

bsd sure is a trip, isn't it

anyway Jae-ha is just going to hum softly at that.]

Firearms...? [he's never seen a gun before. he's imagining literal fire arms. thanks.] But I suppose that at least implies some high level of competence.

[axilium]

[a beat.]

Firearms are like... the modern equivalent of a bow, for the record.

[alttitude]

Oh.

Thank you Belph.

[fonlines]

[ well, ion isn't going to correct him unless he speaks up. that said: ]

Yes, they are somewhat uncommon in my world as well, but I think they have potential as a new technology. Much quicker, in a sense, than the traditional bow and arrow. I'm aware of how those well-used to combat tend to hold themselves in a fight.

It was confidence he had in his own abilities, not simply arrogance.

[ despite, everything, somehow,,, ]