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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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[It really is a lucky thing that Okita is the one alive--Hijikata would not have been able to hold him back like this.
He looks between Tiger and Okita, very openly torn, but... as with the rest of his time in this place, his loyalty to Okita wins out. His head is bowed and his shoulders have drooped, but he slowly returns to his spot at Okita's side, even though he gives him a pleading look through his bangs. He never did tie his hair back up.]
Okita-kun, I can't...
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In any case, no words just yet. He can't apologize for doing what he did, since he fully stands behind it - killing more people is, for once, probably not going to solve their problems!! The rest of the gumis are rolling in their grave.
But he can at least pull Yasusada over and hug him tightly. His sword... does his best..... TRIES SO HARD.]
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Well, okay, and maybe Rapunzel's Disney Magic, but even that isn't as strong of an influence as Okita's presence. He doesn't even try stop himself from breaking down, though he does at least bury his face in Okita's shoulder to hide his tears--Okita doesn't like it when he cries, after all.]
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But he'll just sit with Yasusada in his arms for however long he needs to cry it out, gently patting his back and making soft, soothing sounds. He wishes he could do more, but it's probably suiting that he can't, after this mess of a week.]