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letsplayamurder2025-08-23 02:23 am
letsplayamod) wrote in letsplayamurder2025-08-23 02:23 am
Sixth Trial
That will be enough. Enter the arena, now.
[Typhon sounds almost reserved now. His tone no less commanding, he knows you'll need to enter the arena eventually. And, when you do arrive, he's already waiting. Emerged halfway out of the rift to watch you're approach
The wounds accrued in last week's shitshow have been healing, but marks remain. What you did - what Omega did - ate away at parts of him that Typhon is still growing back. At first, he's silent, tentacles of teeth gnashing over his shoulders, bellying a rage.]
Look at you all, a pantheon that shrinks day by day. This is the godly burden Athena has forced upon you. And if she were here, able to...
[He catches himself.]
This... is certain to be an exciting trial, I'm sure. Begin, if you can. I shall be watching intently.
[TRIAL START]
[Evidence]
[Typhon sounds almost reserved now. His tone no less commanding, he knows you'll need to enter the arena eventually. And, when you do arrive, he's already waiting. Emerged halfway out of the rift to watch you're approach
The wounds accrued in last week's shitshow have been healing, but marks remain. What you did - what Omega did - ate away at parts of him that Typhon is still growing back. At first, he's silent, tentacles of teeth gnashing over his shoulders, bellying a rage.]
Look at you all, a pantheon that shrinks day by day. This is the godly burden Athena has forced upon you. And if she were here, able to...
[He catches himself.]
This... is certain to be an exciting trial, I'm sure. Begin, if you can. I shall be watching intently.
[Evidence]
CW: self-sacrificial/suicidal bullshit train has no brakes, choo choo
All right. Whoever did this gets one fucking chance. I don’t give a shit about Saotome’s “dibs,” come forward now, say your piece, and I promise I’ll make it quicker than whatever the shit Typhon’s gonna do. Make us do this fucking nonsense again, and I promise it will hurt.
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Do you really think that would work?
[He clearly doesn't.]
Come, now. We can't afford to lose even more people.
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cw: dehumanization
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cw: once more into the self-sacrificing abyss
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cw: torture mention
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Do I need to repeat what you told me durin' Zvei's trial, or...?
[Dry, but more in the emotionally drained than sarcastic.]
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Given the situation with all of us seeing things that weren't there, there is a possibility that what occurred was not entirely intentional. But as to whether that would be enough to spur someone into confessing... that I do not know. It may make them more reluctant to come forward.
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It would have been easier for her to not say a word until they find the killer, and gut them then. She's quite grateful that the girl's chosen to do the more honorable thing, but she's absolutely not going to follow her example. Let it come as a surprise when she holds her back. ]
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[Ranma arrives, energy low and face subdued. There wasn't enough time to go dump a kettle on herself. She doesn't really care enough about changing back to go do that anyway, not when there's murders to be solved.
... Seeing how spacious everything was makes her stomach twist and turn.]
Didn't get much of a good look at much, but there's blood leading out of the bar to the Craft's room. Red, s'got to be Aoi's. Followed it, and found burns outside a foot away by the bar's door. They weren't like what Omega did to the arena last week, though. These burns were shaped like branches or veins. Like...
[She pulls out her scoreboard and quickly etches the pattern]
These.
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So it can't quite be said that she looks more upset than usual when she shows up at the arena, red and gold blood drying on the front of her peplos and a gold-soaked knife in her hand. But for those who've bothered to study her moods, such as they are, there's something there... something just a touch more sober about her serene face, some heaviness to her stance. ]
Vanity and Cerejeira, you investigated the bodies as well, so if I phrase anything unclearly, I do hope you'll chime in. [ THAT SAID SHE'S ABSOLUTELY STILL TALKING LIKE THIS ] I took this kitchen knife from Aoi's right hand. It came free easily enough. Before anyone suggests it was placed there, I'll say this: there was more of Quark's blood on her hand and sleeve. That doesn't mean it's completely impossible, of course, but staging that would take a bit more work!
Quark's fatal wound seems to be a stab to his lower left back that matches the knife in Aoi's hand. I examined it closely, to see whether the attacker had any idea what they were doing... and I did find something interesting. There were traces of Aoi's blood—well, red blood, I should say—in the wound itself. The reverse wasn't true for Aoi's wounds, though. He was lying in a pool of his own blood, of course, but red blood ruined the front of his clothes. His jacket and the thighs of his pants had taken the worst of it.
... Oh, and there was one more thing. His blood seemed just a bit more dry than hers. I can't say whether that means he died later for certain, since he wasn't human, but given the rest of the scene it seems likely. But that's for the others to tell you about! When it comes to my evidence, that's all there is.
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[He knows they shouldn't discount anything. But...]
You think Aoi stabbed Quark, and then got stabbed herself?
[The idea that a cute, innocent looking girl like Aoi could have the guts to stab someone is...n't that farfetched if his own world's anything to go by. Yet hearing it...]
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There was- the floor by one of Quark's hands was a little burned. And- he'd written something with the other.
["written in what, V"]
[anyway-]
Three nines, and then zero-two-three twice in a row.
[That's 99905230523 for OOC convenience.]
Mukou- Aoi was cold. Colder than Quark. She'd been bleeding out for- I don't know how long-
[Vanity's voice falters for a second, then comes back harder and angry.]
And whatever fucker did this stole her phone.
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1/2
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[ What's that indicate? No idea really! ]
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[that's. about the first part. like this isn't all horrible enough yet.]
They're... unharmed, at least?
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[Astarion definitely looks agitated as he speaks. A vampire being asked to follow blood drips like a detective is a bit much. He's torn between being upset and very, very hungry.]
I can't tell what happened, but the trail was thin at the bottom of the stairs, and then got thicker between the crafts room and the bar.
It's difficult to tell what happened, from the blood trail alone.
There was also a small amount of blood splatter on the stairs, every few steps. And this.
[He holds up a kitty hairclip. There's blood on it, too.]
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Myaaaa!
...I found this little one in the crafts room next to the bar. He's unharmed, but— [ She gestures to the deep red-brown stain on the white lightning bolt mark on his forehead. ] Well, you can see it for yourself.
The door to the crafts room was shut tight, so it seems someone kept him in there on purpose. Whether for his safety or so he wouldn't alert any of us about what had happened is anyone's guess right now.
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[To the surprise of no one, she bounds a whole feet at the mewing before coming back down.]
A-And you brought it here?!
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[He must have seen it happen.]
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[hey there little fella...]
That's... Is that stain, uh...
[listen. listen, it could be. uh. not blood? let her hope.]
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ponyherd!
Might we return to the topic at hand?
To sum up: we are supposing that Aoi Mukuro was attacked first, and shut the cat in for safety before seeking Quark's aid. She may have removed the knife herself along the way, causing further blood loss. Quark was attacked while trying to staunch her bleeding, and likely survived her by a short while. He wrote what may have been a "phone number" on the ground...for us to call, I suppose, if we had the phone. Which we do not. There is some evidence of lightning damage, but it is true that a number of us could do such a thing. The withered vines in the bar might indicate some other sort of ability as well?
[ Though really, Lebkuchen is the one with plant abilities, and she is certainly in no state to be an actual suspect. ]
Perhaps we might discuss who might have launched that initial assault and move forward from there? Could anything about Aoi's wounds indicate anything about the attacker, or what happened between them?
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cw for ranma being ranma i'm sorry
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Re: ponyherd!
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Event: Downward Spira (1/2)
Now, he looks quite pleased.]
Indeed, I grow tired of this game as well. Months of worthless platitudes, allowing you all to live. It was foolish when I intended to let it all end this way regardless.
[He shifts, bringing himself closer to the barrier, eyes pulling down to Seymour. They glow almost dangerously bright as Seymour will feel himself filled with a power he's been missing for some time.]
This world lost its gods once before, brought down and crushed by one mortal and his terrible rage. I will enjoy nothing more than acting in kind. Removing the rest of you from this game board and wiping the slate of this ridiculous attempt to gain power, when I can have it all for myself and more.
Prepare yourselves! This is the end of--
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[Time seems to freeze. The voice echoes out over your heads, over Typhon. Everywhere and nowhere.]
Athena continues to fight the stasis. I would speak to you, about that... and your traitorous whims against these mortals. Now.
[The voice, female and commanding, causes Typhon to lean back. He's quiet for a good moment.]
Seymour. Take care of this. [His portal widens, and the Titan begins to sink into it.] I must deal with my former accomplice, once and for all. Do try not to fail me.
[Typhon slips away again, back into the depths of his would-be prison. You are left to whatever comes next.]
BOSS FIGHT: SEYMOUR GUADO & SEYMOUR'S FINAL AEON, ANIMA
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1/???
Executing the desired action. Reloading [Aoi Mukou from YOU and ME and HER] as recorded yesterday evening.
[The sky changes to a dark red as you all focus your powers on the phone. There’s something uncanny about it, but it’s a power distinct from Typhon. Is this the “God” Aoi referred to?
Well, not entirely. The real source of this power is all of you.
Hopefully the God of Community is pleased with you all, if he can see the effort you’re focusing on for one of his more eager trainees.
Focused on a girl who never quite thought of herself as a real human being.
But that’s the power of loving something enough, isn’t it? It matters either way.]
2/??
Boop boop boop boop boop boop boop boop boop boop boop boop...
3/??
/end
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cw for toxic masculinity/sexism?
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