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grimmoired2018-07-14 08:40 am
themodsgrimm) wrote in grimmoired2018-07-14 08:40 am
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CHAPTER FIVE ; TRIAL
CHAPTER 5 - WEEK 5 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, cookies and cakes will be served as your trial snacks, along with hot cocoa...served in sippycups.  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 (
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Yes, quite clearly. There were marks on her face and arms, and even on her hands. I may not be familiar with weapons, but I can tell that she was defending herself.
The stab was so deep that it pierced her heart.
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...then I suppose we're looking for someone who would actually be able to overpower her.
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[That almost sounds accusatory, but he continues.] So, who do you suppose might be on that list, of those who are alive?
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[it's ninja bullshit.
but he hums, there.]
As for who could have done it, I suppose we'd have to go off what we've seen of them before and their tapestries...
[he's thinking about it. they've lost at least a couple of the people he'd have pinned as being able to do it, already.]
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