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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[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?

[psychedelica]

...

[ he doesn't really know what this means, but if she wanted to do something bad to him, she's had every opportunity already. Hikage lifts his gaze, one eye burning red from his high emotions, and places one hand in hers. ]

[themodsgrimm]

[She holds his hand in both of hers, and she gives him a smile.]

... I'm happy that you found happiness here - and people that you want to be with.

I hope you take that hope with you, and find even more happiness with them.

Thank you for placing your faith in me - even if you did not trust me.

[psychedelica]

[ How is he supposed to react to this?

Why is she even being this nice to him? Fundamentally, he doesn't understand. He doesn't understand why he's here - why him, of all people? Why did he get another chance? Why did he take it and succeed? There must be a thousand people who deserved it more, and yet...

He feels tears pricking at his eyes, and he glances away. ]

... Why did you bring me here? Was it really just random?