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trustfelled2016-07-23 12:00 pm
andexecutioner) wrote in trustfelled2016-07-23 12:00 pm
Take Responsibility.
As before, once the investigation is done the corridor at the northwestern edge of the foyer opens up; it wasn't open, and then it simply was, and the hallway is no less claustrophobic as you enter it. And the podium circle still stands in the middle of the courtroom at the end of those tightly enclosed walls – though the journey may be a bit less cramped, given that there are fewer of you than there were the last time you traversed it. Rideaux, Chitoge and William have joined those with podiums draped in black, their framed, greyed-out profile portraits keeping a watchful eye over the rest of you. Presumably, they're doing so along with Juri; he's nowhere to be seen, but judging from the feeling permeating the room, someone – or something – certainly does see you. Either way, you'll be addressed once you've all found your spots in the circle. "Unconventional is dead; whatever the reason was hardly matters by now. Clearly, whomever acted knew what they were doing; the completion of Rule Seven is possibly on the table for them, as is taking advantage of the incentive if they succeed. It's your job to hold them responsible. Good luck." Twenty-four Competitors remain. How many leave this place is up to you. |
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Okay! Does anyone have anything to say befoooore we get down to business? Get your squabbling out now and all!
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Yes.]
Please tell me that he died in an unconventional manner.
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...Unless someone does have something they'd like to say.
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[ have a wink and a smile~ ...he won't flirt in the middle of a trial (probably) so he's going to do that in the beginning instead. ]
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[The blood, of course]
My findings indicate the killer stopped for a moment in the hallway and then, after murdering Flemming-san, they went from the dining room to the incinerator room, judging by the blood drops found. The culprit also placed their hand on the dining room doorway, leaving a smeared handprint. While it's going to be impossible to know who was the person whom left it, it was a large handprint. Those with small hands may be ruled out.
I also found this throwing knife embedded in the wall towards the incinerator room. [She takes it out from her pocket] It's clean.
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But Aligula has Delicate Small Hands so she's not a suspect, hurrah..!! ]
Then all we've gotta do is suspect the people with big hands, right? [ haha how hard could that... be...... ]
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HEY MODS
HANDCHECK
[ JUST TO ACCOUNT FOR EVERYTHING.
Anyway, Yuri will raise his hands for the check as they're starting off. Given his height and weight, they're about average-sized for a male. Not noticeably big or anything and maybe a little on the slender side. ]
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Re: HANDCHECK
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shows up late to the party
METAL CHECK
[Angel looks out over everyone.]
We're looking for any kind of metal anyone has on them, starting with the guys. Jewelry, belt buckles, armor, cooking trays, whatever, we just need to check and see if any of them are damaged. And... there's no point trying to hide anything, since the next step sounds like it's going to be strip searches to look for wounds.
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STRIPFELL! I mean what else are we gonna call it?
I believe most of us knows what must happen now. As much as we would not like to show such things, we must not forget that this is to help solve who did end Master Flemming's life. Gentlemen first, naturally.
[This is someone who has had about enough and to prove his word, Aymeric steps off his podium to make sure everyone in the room can see him. And with that, he lifts up his shirt and pulls it off all the way to show that he does have some scarring on his chest, stomach, and arms but all look like they had been there before arrival. And to make sure, his arms are out and shows both front and back.
He's not done yet because Aymeric goes one step further and remove his pants except for his smallclothes. Well...at least you guys will be getting a damn good look at his lean muscles because shit man. Like with his arms, he'll be showing off the front and back to reveal...no injuries. Clean here too folks!]
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Re: STRIPFELL! I mean what else are we gonna call it?
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CATHERDING
[ Mahiru's voice is bright and chipper as she speaks up; combined with her expression it makes her seem a touch manic. ]
We clearly haven't made much progress. Let's review what we know.
First, we know how poor Flemming was killed: a single blow to the back of the head. It seems one of those odd little dolls was the weapon of choice and it splintered when it was bashed his skull in.
Second, we know that the killer has large hands. When he left the dining room he left a bloody handprint on the doorway. It's hard to say how exactly it went down, but Flemming seems to have made use of his throwing knives. At the very least, he managed to damage something metallic and gold. It may be that the murderer was startled or injured when he left. However, we've yet to find any evidence of injuries inflicted from the waist up.
Finally, the murderer once again elected to burn the evidence. He made a mess down the hallway leading to the incinerator.
[ Mahiru folds her arms, silent for a moment, and then: ]
So, with all of that evidence we can assume that whoever committed the murderer is large, male, and often wears metal on them. That narrows our list down considerably, and we have several pressing questions for AZ in particular.
[ Mahiru smiles again. ]
So let's puzzle this out, hm? I'm in no mood to die over something so foolish.
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Enough!
Say what you want about me, but you are not gonna drag my Pokemon into this! What, you think a Sharpedo hit a guy over the head? You think he would've just watched while I did? None of you have any idea what you're talkin' about!
[Whatever anger possessed him seems to drain away a little at that, and he glances away towards the courtroom doors again, long enough to regain his composure. When he speaks again it's in a lower tone.]
You wanna accuse me of somethin', that's - fine, but you had better get your damn story straight.
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How noble of you to act alone! So he didn't assist and he didn't simply stand by and watch - but surely it's hard to keep track of his ball when you're in the middle of a murder?
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I went out alone last night.
Sharpedo was asleep, but I couldn't get there. I was thinkin' about the incentive, I guess... [He slumps, almost imperceptibly.] I'm not gonna stand here and say I'm some great guy, I don't know what I would've done if I'd seen Flemming first. But I didn't. He threw a knife outta the dining hall when I got close, missed me by an inch.
I wasn't gonna let him try it again. I went after him. He tried to stab me with that other one, but my Mega Anchor took it. [He snorts.] Then he freaked out and tried to bash me over the head with that doll. Don't ask me why he had that, but I took it from him and -
[He sighs, shaking his head.]
I could've just said that hours ago. Probably should've. But Hoenn's in danger 'cause of my mistakes. I thought I could at least...
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SELECTION.
[The Adjudicator's voice cuts through the courtroom; he sounds at least somewhat interested in all of this, this time around. Huh.]
I think we've heard all that we need to; select the title of the one you believe to be responsible for Unconventional's death. Majority rules.
Re: SELECTION.
> UNCONVENTIONAL
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Re: SELECTION.
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ACCOUNTABILITY.
Then the pit in the center of the room illuminates itself, that bright light pulsing behind the tiles shifting from white to blue as everyone's eyes adjust to it; those looking around the circle will become immediately aware that Archie is no longer among you.
Juri is waiting for him, and Archie seems...remarkably calm when he enters the pit through that door beneath Podium 5; his breathing is a bit sharp, perhaps, but he seems to be holding himself together, a sort of confidence that's suitable for a team leader pulsing through his countenance despite what's about to happen. Or maybe it's not confidence – maybe it's something closer to resignation, the knowledge that his mistakes and his actions are going to bear a heavy consequence, and it's one that it wouldn't be right to try to avoid.
He approaches Juri without hesitation; he doesn't seem to be putting up any resistance as Juri reaches out to lay a hand against his chest.]
Good night, Tor-
[The words are cut off by the strike.
At first glance it looks like Archie punches him; the hit connects solidly with his abdomen, and the first indication that something is wrong, that something more serious may have just happened, is the way Juri lurches forward as soon as the hit connects, one of his hands immediately moving to grab at something embedded just below his ribs. It's hard to say where the blade came from – those observant people from earlier might have seen a brief glitter of something making itself known in Archie's fist right before he took the swing – but that in and of itself doesn't seem to be what's causing the odd reaction from Juri; after all, he's taken knives before. This one, though...this one seems to be making him freeze up a bit, fingers closing around the handle slowly like he's trying to process what just happened; he slides it out of his body eventually, but he's shaking as he does it, and he shakes his head a couple of times before glaring up at Archie.
Seems Archie did something to the blade before stabbing Juri with it. God only knows what, at this point.
Archie has taken several steps back from him in the meantime; his stance implies that he's ready to fight, even if he's not used to fighting – even if most of the fights he's gotten into have been drunken, bad ones.
Juri closes the distance between them, that unnatural speed coming into play again, but he doesn't move to kill Archie immediately; instead he punches him, fist connecting solidly with Archie's face before he sweeps his legs out from under him and gets him on the ground.
Juri plants one of his knees down and punches him again a couple more times; Archie lets the hits connect, and right as Juri sets his hand down again to begin the process that's probably all to familiar by now, Archie spits in his face, small flecks of red accompanying the action and shining dark against Juri's skin.
Juri just glares at him and slams his hand down decidedly harder than he needed to.]
Good night, Torrential.
[One of those brief bursts of light passes between culprit and executioner, and Archie's grip immediately goes slack; even after he falls back against the ground, Juri gets in another solid hit to his face for good measure before sitting back against his heel, not getting up from the ground.]
There's nothing left for you to do here.
[And that's rough, agitated in a way that he usually isn't.]
Get out.
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Robert is, loudly and aggressively, when Archie throws his punch. it's the kind of two-fingered whistle one does when your team scores. because isn't that just what happened? no matter how it ends up-- and it ends up badly, as it always does-- every moment they throw that shithead off his game is a good one.
out of respect for the dead, he will now put his shirt on as he leaves, struggling with it over his head as he walks.]
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