Four people were found dead this week.
With that many down, it's difficult to ignore the drop in your numbers - you've gone from just under two-thirds to exactly half of your original number in one day. And given the way things tend to work around here, there are going to be even fewer of you left by the time the day is over.
Is it wearing you down yet?
Even if it is, the investigation period comes and goes, as it always does, and those doors in the center of the second corridor slide open for the sixth time in as many weeks. The fluorescent overhead lights of the operating theater fill the room with light, bright and steady, as soon as the first person walks in; as always, those seats surrounding the podium circle in the center of the room remain unsettlingly unoccupied. Six more have joined the ranks of the deceased this time, their absence glaringly obvious; Nozomi, Krauser, McGillis, Corrin, Rose and Rin have all had their absences acknowledged in the usual way, their greyed-out portraits set atop their black-swathed podiums, observing the proceedings with unseeing eyes.
Once everyone has found their place in the circle, the public-address system crackles its way back on; the Transmitter can be heard throughout the room shortly thereafter.
"Composed, Sororal, Gracious, and Courageous... They've all been killed. ...You guys know what to do. The number of victims doesn't, uh, change that. Put together your evidence, find whoever's responsible for these deaths. You know what'll happen if you can't.
Good luck."
Fifteen Patients remain. We'll see how many leave at the end of the day. |
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I inspected Fareed's body, which was found near Corrin's. The wounds were largely blunt force bruising from a flat object, particularly on his face and assorted parts of his body in front, and the back of his head was fractured; whatever got him hit on two fronts. He also had a bloody knife in his hand; Greed examined the other body in there, but she seemed similarly armed.
One might assume that they killed each other, but I think there's more to this.
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He is staring at Rin's podium, to his left.]
Rin...fought her attacker. [He says eventually.] A punching bag and the weights were scattered everywhere. I found two lighters among the wreckage.
And there was this. [He places a taser on his podium, shortly followed by the lighters.] It had been fired.
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I went into Rin's room, and found a lot of stuff. I have...
[He puts a machete on top of his podium. It has traces of blood]
I have this. It isn't wet, so I suppose it was wiped? And there was also hydrogen peroxide and ammonia near the bathtub. Mixing those together is not a good idea. It'd release poisonous gas.
Rin's key was in her bathroom, too, and I don't think she slept at all last night. And...uh...
...there may have been someone else in that room? There was another pillow and blanket. So that's a possibility. That's all I found.
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I can say that it looks like she definitely tried to fight back, though. Her stockings were torn and there was a long cut on the back of her arm, as if she had tried to use it to block one of the killer's attacks.
... Oddly enough, despite her injuries, there didn't seem to be enough blood in the room to account for them all.
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The grass by her body was also flat, like someone had been sitting there for a while, and there were some torn-up flowers nearby. I grabbed one.
[ She shows her I Can't Believe It's Not Queen Anne's Lace to the crowd. ]
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MODS
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After a while he feels like speaking up. ]
Found these in the dining hall. There was a piano wire missing from the piano in the foyer too.
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Do any of the bolts have blood on them?
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There was some sort of tripwire at the entrance of the dining room.
That's probably what the missing piano wire is from.
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refreshment thread: need to stop forgetting the chill pills
She herself is barely smiling as she stands at her podium, but she'll still make the usual effort to be nice if someone approaches her for food and drink. Otherwise, she'll simply be standing at attention. ]
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Catherd Time
We're getting sidetracked and that is something we cannot afford. Allow me to sum up what we already know to get back into it.
There were four dead bodies last night.
One of them is Rose Sheedy, who was found in the greenhouse. She was stabbed straight through her body. Notable about the condition of her body was that her eyes were closed with traces of blood on the eyelids. The conclusion to draw from this is that the killer closed her eyes with bloody fingers. Sentimentality and regret, perhaps.
The reason I'm starting with the greenhouse, however, is that there was one more thing that was off - poisonous flowers, namely hemlock have been picked there.
Which guides me straight to the second victim, Corrin. She was found in the dining hall. Her body was found close to the tables. Her throat was slit, though not enough blood is on the scene to account for her bleeding out. That is her only injury.
Noteworthy about the scene is that there was vomit on one of the tables, as well as a broken teacup under it. The assumption is that someone, likely Corrin, was poisoned with hemlock tea. She was holding a frying pan.
On the tables, there was a cigarette.
Also in the dining hall, we found the body of McGillis Fareed. He was found on the floor close to the door. The front of his body was hit with a blunt object multiple times, but there was also a the fact that the back of his head was fractured. The assumption we made here is that the front injuries were done postmortem, to make it seem as though Corrin's frying pan killed him. McGillis was holding a knife - possibly to make it seem as though he had slashed Corrin's throat.
Close to his body a crossbow was found, most likely his actual weapon of choice. One arrow was stuck in the wall.
A final thing of note about the dining hall is the piano wire that was hung up in front of the door as a wire trap.
And then... [ He pauses, glancing at Sakura. ] There is the matter of Rin Tohsaka. She was found in the gym with obvious signs of struggle all around as well as on her body. She was stabbed through the abdomen with a big blade, but there were also broken ribs and a bruise on her chest. Her left temple was also bruised. Daniel has noticed her expression was strangely relaxed, which does not seem to fit her violent death.
The bracelet Rin received from Sakura was hung up nearby. There were two lighters and a taser found on the floor.
But that is not all evidence. We also know that there was a second set of pillows and blankets in Rin's room. It was intended that someone stay over there. Her pajamas were laid out on the bed, so she never went to sleep that night.
Further in her room, there was a number of items found in her bathroom: hydrogen peroxide and ammonia, which are very explosive together, as well as a machete with traces of blood on it.
Items still not accounted for are missing painkillers and missing antibiotic cream from the infirmary.
Is that all? If someone has anything to add, best do it now.
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Are you trying to say one person killed all four of them 'cause of the hemlock? 'cause that doesn't seem likely.
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CHECK MIX
Gonna check your hands and clothes. Go ahead and empty your pockets too, should make shit faster just to do it now.
[ ... ]
And I'm going to check to see if anyone smells like ammonia. [ Snap, snap...? ]
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No ammonia smell, either.]
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[Madison aggressively rolls her eyes and puts her head in her hands. unless you're close to her podium, you may not hear her mutter...]
God, Madison... Death isn't so bad, right? Third time's the charm, right? Wouldn't the endless darkness be better than listening to all these fucking cocksuckers for literally even one second longer...
[she raises her head, takes another gulp of vodka, and steadies herself against the podium.]
Alright, fuckers. I did it. All of it. Killed everyone. I'm guilty. Who cares. Let's get to voting so I can die and finally get away from all you fucking idiots.
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[Shut up, Madison. We're trying to catch a killer.]
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1/4
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actually 4/5 i lied
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[He just takes off his jacket here and it reveals something damning. It’s more obvious now that there’s a rusty colored stain at the bottom of his shirt, something his jacket and tie could hide. It’s still obvious he’s trying to hide it with how it’s tucked in maybe a little too tight.
However, others might notice the sleeve of his right arm has a pretty impressive looking hole in it. One obviously caused by a fire and the skin looks like it suffered a bit of a burn too.]
Okay? Are we good now?
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[Because we're not in the mood for speaking politely right now.]
What the fuck happened?
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It was so easy
It was so easy
But no, it actually wasn’t. It wasn’t easy until she had the voice of a thousand curses to comfort her.
She has nothing now, and Sakura stares blankly at Kogami’s body while the noise rushes around her like the tides.
…
And then. She starts to laugh. Broken shards that come scraping out of her mouth while the tears stream down her face]
Trasmitter-san! You promised me!
You promised me!
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SELECTION.
When it starts up, you'll notice something, it's full of more feedback than usual, more static. When the voice starts, it's obvious: This is Risen, not the Transmitter. Unlike the previous gleeful theatric tone, the voice is...emotionless. ]
It's time for you to vote. Please provide the titles of those responsible for Composed, Sororal, Gracious, Courageous, and now Deductive's deaths. All must be entered. You need a majority for the punishment to be carried through.
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For just a second though, he glances at Sakura with something like respect. ]
>deductive
>ostentatious
>committed
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ACCOUNTABILITY.
And after a long moment, those go out, too.
It takes a while for the ball of dim, crackling electricity to make itself known in the pit, twisting itself into being in the shadows beneath Podium 8 and making it plain that Sakura and Madison are no longer in the circle with you. The energy burns brighter this time than it has for the past two executions, growing into something larger before it splits off, sections of it darting to rest in the spaces beneath Podiums 9 and 23 as well.
Their forms shift.
The change is immediate, happening all at once, the balls of light collapsing in on themselves to form three separate entities, pacing away from the door that's sliding open beneath Podium 10 almost as soon as it begins to move.
Sakura stumbles out into the circle, seeming dazed and off-balance, as though someone had shoved her hard in the back to get her to move; she shakes her head, her hands trembling as they find purchase in her hair at the sides of her head for a moment like she's trying to center herself, but eventually she looks up and sees the people she's more or less surrounded by.
Two of them are familiar, at least to those who had seen the hostage videos from the week before; one, however, is familiar for a completely different reason.
Either way, Sakura startles a bit at the sound of yet another mass of energy crackling into life behind her, and she's quick to draw toward the center of the circle where she can keep an eye on it; her attention, however, is drawn to the person nearest her, the boy with the longer tendrils of hair glittering gently where they fall about his face – she moves closer to him on impulse, swiping the back of her hand across her face as she does so, trying so hard not to cry in his presence...
Only to have him swipe at her once, hard, backhanded – not enough to properly hit her, but more than enough to get the point across.
Go away. I want nothing to do with you.
Sakura looks to Rin, then, at her place across the circle, only to see her fold her arms, turning to angle her body away from her in a sharp, disgusted motion, the gesture clear and immediate. What a failure, why would I ever trust you-
Sakura just bows her head, clenching her hands at her sides; for a long moment, she can't even bring herself to look at the other boy, the one furthest from her in the circle.
But when she finally does, he doesn't turn away from her; his eyes remain locked on hers for a long moment. He seems to smile a bit.
And then the energy composing his form dissipates into nothingness, snapping out of existence as quickly as it had formed.
Sakura falls to her knees, reaching out to the space where Shirou's form had just been, and finally, the tears come properly; they flow freely, turning quickly into wracking sobs, and she doesn't seem to notice that a fourth form, taking the place of the electricity that had formed behind her, is approaching her.
Either she doesn't notice, or she doesn't care.
The form behind her is at once familiar and not, beautiful and foreboding; it shares Sakura's features, but the shining tendrils of light making up her hair are brighter, a facsimile of a bow fluttering out at the side of her head with a sharp crackling sound, joining the edges of her dress while darkened, discolored portions of her body flow down her limbs and spread up her face – like rot, like blood.
Sakura doesn't stand up; she just plants her hands on the ground while she continues to cry, while the other form of herself kneels down behind her.]
Goodnight, Committed.
[Unlike the previous times an execution has been underway, it isn't the Transmitter speaking; it's the distorted, broken voice of the Risen, once again with no real emotion behind the words.
The mass of energy reaches out, wrapping her arms around Sakura from behind in a tight embrace; Sakura screams, the sound sharp and long as she writhes and tries to pull away, only to find the other's grasp too tight, unwilling to let her go as the electricity floods into her body and she suddenly falls silent after another quieter, broken cry, and when she's released she slumps down to the bloodstained floor of the pit, curled up on her side, body still convulsing mildly.
Rin and the other boy both disappear in a flash of light from where they'd been watching the proceedings from near the wall; it takes the other a moment to leave, but eventually she vanishes, too, fading out of existence where she's kneeling on the ground next to Sakura's dead body.
For a long moment, the lights remain out, darkness falling over the courtroom once again; almost immediately after the pit goes silent, however, a muffled banging sound can be heard from beneath Podium 24.
If you listen carefully, the words "Hey! Motherfuckers!" can be heard accompanying the banging.
Sounds like Madison's still down there.
However, eventually the sound of the banging goes silent, though the swearing does not; there's a sound of a struggle down in the pitch-black pit, a soft clattering as though someone is being forced to walk somewhere against their will, being dragged upright by the arms, though it's difficult to say by what, as only the sound of Madison's vaguely muted swearing can be heard.
When the pit finally illuminates itself, it's in a series of small, nondescript masses of energy lighting up beneath the podiums of the deceased – all sixteen of them.
And then the center lights up in a singular, upward-reaching pillar of light, the electricity sparking and beaming out, making the pit shine a little brighter, and Madison can be seen standing at its base.
Her back is pressed against it, though it's clear she would quite rather prefer it not be; she's leaning forward as though to move away from it a bit, though she isn't going very far – there are bright, shining tendrils of energy wrapped around her wrists, binding them around the pillar from behind her back, and she's clearly trying very hard to keep her usual expression of feckless anger –
I go proudly to the flame!
– But all of that changes when the energy under Podium 22 does.
It steps forward, shifting abruptly from nondescript into the form of someone almost no one here recognizes but Madison clearly does; her expression tightens, shifting into something that's almost a rictus grin, something that's nasty and sharp and when she says something it isn't audible over the crackling energy in the pit but it was most likely something profane.
The energy under Podium 12 has changed as well, during the altercation; it is, once again, someone that won't be recognized by the rest of the group, but that hardly seems to matter now – what does seem to matter is that he seems to be carrying something with him, a large container the likes of which is usually used to transport one thing.
Gasoline.
Liquid pours out over the floor of the pit around Madison's feet; she swears and stomps a little, once again pulling against her bindings while keeping her eyes on the woman in front of her, though after a while she sputters as the man shifts to pour it down over her head, saturating her hair and her bindings in bright, glittering fluid as she tosses her head, trying to get her hair out of her face, trying to ignore the stinging as it flows down into her eyes - ]
Goodnight, Ostentatious.
[The Risen speak as the man steps back; the woman in front of Madison just watches her for a moment, her expression impassive, before she makes a gesture with her hand – while there's nothing in her fingers, the gesture is a quick, unmistakable imitation of someone flicking a cigarette in the direction of the fuel.
Madison screams as she's engulfed, the electricity shooting up her body with all the force and heat of a lit flame, twisting against the tendrils binding her to her pyre; she screams, and she screams, and eventually the screams give way to something almost horrifically broken, somewhere between crying and manic, shrieking laughter as the energy singes her skin and her hair burns.
It takes an alarmingly long time for her to die; it takes a disturbingly long time for her to fall silent before she does. Thankfully, the lights go out as soon as she's gone, casting the pit into darkness and obscuring what remains of her body.
The lights come back up; the emotionless, distorted voice of the Risen can be heard shortly after.]
There's nothing more for you to do here.
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The second is more familiar than anyone in a modern world, much less alive, should know.
Sakura turns and leaves.]