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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[vigilantics]

This is a bad time to remember something, Sherlock.

[ she's still hovering though, but she's not actually trying to grab him or anything. ]

[psychedelica]

[ wow thanks steph it's not like he's trying!!

he doesn't even respond to her, though; he's seeing stars. Stars, from the pain, and stars, reflected on the surface of a glassy lake - he sees his face in the water and it's a man he's never seen before and he feels the triumph that had filled his heart in that moment rush out of him like sand from a broken hourglass. There's a kaleidoscope on the shore next to him and he can hear glass shattering underneath his boot as he crushes it. The little colorful fragments glitter like crystals in the moonlight. He feels like they're stabbing into his brain.

He turned away at the gates in shame.

Hikage puts his head on the ground, fully hunched over now. ]

[vigilantics]

[ it's fine she'll just... stay here. and potentially wave away anyone who might come over?? it's fine. this is normal. ]

[concasse]

[UH--]

Is... he alright?

[HE DOES NOT LOOK ALRIGHT]

[vigilantics]

[ she smiles?? see it's fine. ]

Nothing to worry about. He just has issues.

[psychedelica]

[

for the record, he is not getting up... he's shaking a little bit, too. almost like he's crying? ]

[vigilantics]

[ he better actually be crying and not like yan hysterically laughing or something i s2g sib

ANYWAY. steph will... tentatively put a hand on his back because she still isn't entirely sure if he actually wants to be touched or not. ]

Hikage.

[psychedelica]

She died.

[ he was trying to meet her again, but he failed, at the last moment, and destroyed his only chance to do so. Because he was doing something he wasn't supposed to. She wouldn't have liked it. He doesn't remember any of the details - he only remembers the feeling of shame, of self-hatred, and the horrible, gnawing knowledge that his little sister was dead.

Also, it's obvious when he talks that he actually is crying a little bit. THANKS FRANCY ]

[vigilantics]

[ first of all i don't trust you,,,, i had to ask

she leans in a little closer, lowering her voice so that it would be harder to eavesdrop. ]

Your sister?

[psychedelica]

[ he just nods.

It's a lot to think about; it only brings more questions than answers, for one thing. But more than anything, it hurts - it hurts more than almost anything he's ever felt before, and he feels like he can hardly move. She should be like a stranger to him, it's been so long, and yet the memory of the way he'd felt that night is so fresh it may as well have just happened. ]

[vigilantics]

[ she's still not sure if he wants to be touched or not, but she'll rub his back. ]

We can talk about it after trial, if you want.

[psychedelica]

[ he doesn't know how to reply to that. Honestly, he doesn't know if he even wants to talk to her about this. Or to anyone. He feels colder and more alone than ever. Hikage offers no response; he merely rubs at his eyes, silently, and allows her to rub his back. ]