CHAPTER SEVEN ; TRIAL

[themodsgrimm]

The Story Continues... CHAPTER 7 - WEEK 711 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 Dragon at the head of the table, a glass-covered rose near her right hand. Tick tock, Narrators. You have nine hours to deliberate. The garden is strangely silent and there are no snacks today...it seems as though you'll be left to your own devices. 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 or sooner if the game ICly elects so. If you have any questions, please ask on our Discord server or ping us on plurk. Please direct pings for the NPC to Dana (decals), 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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FINALE ;

[themodsgrimm]

[ Following the execution of Souji, everyone will be led to the grand foyer - the living and the dead alike. The ornate clock opens beneath the face, revealing a compartment in which a large glass container is unveiled to the eyes of everyone present. Two spouts lead from the interiors of the clock into the glass container. From one spout red ink flows into the pot, and from the other spout thrice as much gold ink spills into the container. When all three colors mix into the container, it appears to be black for a few seconds… before it suddenly shifts into a pearly ink with a glowing, iridescent hue.

It lifts from its holding place, floating instead down in front of Dragon – a long, white quill descending next to it. She takes it between her fingers, and dips the tip of it in the ink.

In the air in front of the Narrators – she writes. ]

And the fallen Narrators were restored again – happy, healthy, and well.

[ In that moment, the dead will find their ghostly forms regain their lively color, their heartbeats restored, and their feet settled neatly on the ground beneath them. Deceased Narrators have been revived.

A fair amount disappears from the ink pot as the magic takes root – but there appears to be plenty leftover.

Dragon looks so happy that she could cry, holding the quill carefully in nearly trembling hands. She smiles. ]

…. thank you, everyone. Thank you so much.

[ She glances to the clock face, then to the ink pot in front of her, before letting her gaze fall upon the crowd again. ]

This ink is yours… but I must secure a way for each of you to share it. It is late… so I hope that you will be able to enjoy one more night in the castle, with each other.

Tomorrow you will embark on your journeys home… or wherever it is that you wish to go. You have my word.

[ She pulls her skirts to curtsy in front of the Narrators, bowing her head as she does. ]

You have done well… I hope you will put thought and care into how you will continue the rest of your stories – and chase your Happily Ever Afters.

[ Narrators will find the bedrooms of the castle restored to their original number – and everything revitalized into a glistening, clean state. It appears as though the castle is making one last push in order to accommodate its guests and care for them.

For the time being – Dragon will remain for questioning. ]

[axilium]

[...]

So... you and Tiger?

[themodsgrimm]

[She's thoughtful before she admits - ]

... our fates will be in your hands.

If you would like to spare ink for us... I will not be opposed.

[axilium]

... Well, it's not my decision alone.

[...]

There was another thing I wanted to ask. Would it... be possible to send a letter to someone back home?

[thesettingsun]

[After Dragon finishes speaking... Dazai cheers loudly and then pulls Waver into a kiss.

Sorry not sorry.]

[londonstar]

[ waver basically has no option but to kiss?!?!?!?!?!

after a couple seconds, though he pushes away, his face very red. ]

N-not here!

[doublecrows]

[Akechi's feet hit the ground with a dull thud. he lifts his hands to stare at his palms, expression sobering]

. . .

Dragon-san?

[p.s. he has like a black eye and a bruised cheek so enjoy that!1]

[themodsgrimm]

[akechi

honey

... well, she offers him a smile, her brow furrowed as she looks him over.]

... you weren't kindly received in the Other Side? That's too bad...

SPECIFICALLY FOR DRAGON NOW,

[function]

. . .

Our wishes. They'll still be fulfilled, right?

[themodsgrimm]

[She nods.]

Anything that was granted by the Wishing Well prior to today... They will not be changed.

Your wishes for your friends will come to pass.

[discardia]

... Will returning home bring my poison back?

[ yes, she is alive again, and she's happy about it, but this is a Concern. ]

[themodsgrimm]

[She shakes her head.]

Not if you don't want it to.... With the ink you have the power to write whatever future you wish.

[londonstar]

Thank you.

[ waver is smiling for once in his fucking life. that's how damn happy he is. ]

However, there's always the chance of this happening again, yes?

[themodsgrimm]

I've heard that being a concern of those here... but I do not believe so. The Dragon and Tiger must exist to balance one another - but war is not an inevitability.

[finethanks]

[Does Dragon do hugs, bc she's getting one...]

Thank you very much, Dragon-chan.

[themodsgrimm]

[Oh!! Oh?

Dragon looks surprised for a moment, stiffening -

Before she seems to realize that he doesn't mean to squeeze her to death, so she relaxes into a laugh and wraps her arms around him too.]

... it is the least I can do, Eichi.

[psychedelica]

[ it's still a lot to take in. Not the dead returning to life or the strange magic in front of him; the fact that all of it worked. That Belph and Steph - and Dragon - had been telling the truth. He'd put his faith in them, and they promised him something, and they actually came through for him.

This can't be happening; everything he's ever known and learned in his life tells him it can't be. But it is. He feels happy. He feels... alive. It's almost frightening. ]

... Thank you.

[themodsgrimm]

[Dragon watches him for a moment, before offering both of her hands out to him.]

... may I take your hand, Hikage?

[hairbrain]

I still have my token. [ ... ] Can I still make my wish?

And --- what about those who were.... already dead before coming here?

[themodsgrimm]

[She shakes her head.]

With the ink... you will have more control over your wishes than a token. I recommend waiting, rather than trusting that fickle well.

For those who departed before being here... they can write a new life all their own, if they wish.

[concasse]

[Belph already has the Tiger and Dragon question handled, so...]

Neh, Dragon-sama.

The last time I went through those doors on Wednesday, me and a couple of others landed in a carnival.

[...]

We brought back three kids with us, but they turned into ink. Is there any way they can be brought back or reincarnated?

[themodsgrimm]

[ . . . oh. Dragon hums softly at that before tilting her head.]

I don't see why there wouldn't be... if you care to write them back into existence.

[disclosures]

[It's been a long eight weeks living in this castle. But she's glad when it's Dragon's victory. She's happy to be back. She's a little less sure of where she wants to go.

But she walks up to Dragon and pulls her into a hug.]

Thank you for everything. I... I meant what I said. I'll miss you.

[themodsgrimm]

[This hug is one that Dragon melts into easily, wrapping her arms around Rebecca and giving her a warm squeeze.]

And I, you.

But you have so much ahead of you - and I can't wait for everything your future holds.

[sanguinairy]

[He doesn't have any questions, but after everything, and how he held his suspicions until the very end...]

...Thank you.

[It feels like the least he can do or say.]