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letsplayamurder2025-07-26 04:35 am
letsplayamod) wrote in letsplayamurder2025-07-26 04:35 am
Second trial
The time has come once again. Gather in the arena, it is time for judgement.
[The murky weather outside reflects the mood of the walk out to the cliffs. Once again, several soldiers have stepped free of Typhon's veins to stand guard over the arena. Maybe it's a mistake, but they seem to offer their silent condolence, if not their indifference.
With everyone gathered, a great rift opens once more outside the barrier. Typhon reveals himself, this time only from the waist up. Peering down from his glowing portal, blanketed in the last light drizzles outside your shimmering dome.]
Bah... So safe and secure within your bubble. Or, perhaps not anymore. [He moves to rest a palm on the barrier, and recoils as it once again stings his palm.] See what your Athena has 'gifted' you - nothing but strife. A broken world that needs rebuilding... But no matter. I will complete that task once we are through.
You have your evidence. Now, begin.
[TRIAL START]
[The murky weather outside reflects the mood of the walk out to the cliffs. Once again, several soldiers have stepped free of Typhon's veins to stand guard over the arena. Maybe it's a mistake, but they seem to offer their silent condolence, if not their indifference.
With everyone gathered, a great rift opens once more outside the barrier. Typhon reveals himself, this time only from the waist up. Peering down from his glowing portal, blanketed in the last light drizzles outside your shimmering dome.]
Bah... So safe and secure within your bubble. Or, perhaps not anymore. [He moves to rest a palm on the barrier, and recoils as it once again stings his palm.] See what your Athena has 'gifted' you - nothing but strife. A broken world that needs rebuilding... But no matter. I will complete that task once we are through.
You have your evidence. Now, begin.
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After investigating I can declare with no doubt this was not an accident. This was murder, with no doubt -- since actions were taken specifically to cause a death.
I couldn't find anything indicating Alex was specifically targeted, but this was all meant to take a life.
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They needed to reload that badly?
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No surprise there. From what I can tell, whoever set that trap didn't care who they got, just left it up to whoever set it off first.
[Which was Alex... Dammit]
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[ Luna spits, clearly having transitioned from tearful to furious between Alex's death and now. ]
I found these outside. A saw and these...corks.
[ She's just gone ahead and carried both the handsaw and the corks with little holes in the sides to the courtroom with her, and drops them unceremoniously in front of her. ]
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[Mortis clutches her head. don't worry it's a comedy concussion it's nothing serious]
...so... Alex really did...
Well! That means it's time for Great Detective Mortis-chan to get to work!
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[ bunmom is here to fret. unsurprisingly. ]
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[But, she actually has- one piece of evidence this week. They can heckle Typhon whenever they want.]
Anyway, the lift was all scuffed up. Something big and heavy getting dragged around, anyone find anything like that?
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[sure he has better things that he could be doing. but dunking on Typhon is good for stress relief.]
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I, um... I didn't see what happened to Alex-kun, but somebody was messing around in the kitchens. The pots and pans were all missing again and all the jugs of olive oil were pretty much empty. They weren't super heavy even when they were full, but... I'm not sure just any of us could've lifted them to carry around? They're not heavy, but they're really tall.
[ by which her 4-foot-eleven ass means, they're almost as tall as her ]
Oh - some candle stuff was missing, too. It looks like somebody took a candle and some matches and some... twine, I think? I dunno what for, though.
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[YOU GUYS WE USE THOSE TO COOK NOT MURDER WHYYYYY
But back to the task at hand.]
How tall would you say they were?
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There was a thin smear of olive oil in the lift room, just about...here-ish.
[he holds his hand up, flat and parallel to the floor, just a bit above his head. ]
It wasn’t that big, maybe an inch or two wide, but it seemed a strange place for that sort of thing to end up, especially that high up.
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I examined Alex's body. For those who are unaware, we heard a commotion and found Alex had slipped on something, and ended up crashing, where he was pierced by several chisels. He died from his injuries, despite our best efforts to heal him.
His injuries were in line with this sequence of events; there were no defensive wounds nor any unexplained marks. The chisels that pierced him hit several vital organs including his stomach and lung. These chisels pierced him straight through. He also sported fresh bruising from his collision with the anvil and then crushed by the shelf.
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If... if everybody saw what happened then is there really no chance of this being an accident?
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His expression is grim.]
I must apologize to all of you. As the God of Salvation, my powers should have been of some use to Alex... yet even now, in the face of everything that transpired, they remain unawakened. I know not why, but I do know that I have failed everyone here-- Alex most of all.
[And he bows, low and contrite.]
I accept my share of the blame for being unable to save him.
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[she lets out a slow breath, still trying to stay composed during this. it's awful, all of this. but...]
Thank you. For trying.
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Oh! I have an idea! [A lightbulb coughs to life above Mortis's head.]
How about we take turns shoving people into Omega-san, and Qua-san can see if where their hand ends up is close to where he saw the smear on the wall? It's hard to fake that kind of thing when you're flailing around, after all.
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ROPE BURN CHECK
One of the girls can check my hands.
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C... CATHEARD...
Ah, um... well, anyway... we've checked everybody's hands, right? Everybody's clean? We should probably start looking at the other stuff again, right?
[ She sounds. SO uncertain. ]
Since we're talking about hands, though, there's still that oil smear... I think it was a little taller than Quark-san... so about six feet up, I think? [ She mimes the height as best she can with her own hand. ] I think most of us could reach up that hard if we tried but it's not the way we'd naturally do it. And between that and the oil jugs... it's probably someone taller who set this up. ... I think...
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CLOTHES CHECK
[Mortis will go around looking for bits of straw, fluff, or cotton that could still be on someone's clothing from setting up the training dummies.]
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CLOTHES CHECK
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VOTE
It seems we have come to the moment of decision once more.
[Again, the center of the arena grows hot before bursting into a towering flame. You're given yet another piece of paper and crude pencil. It's just like before.]
The rules remain the same; choose who you would deem guilty and cast that name into the flame. I will be... eagerly awaiting your decision.
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The Verdict
Your votes have been decided... Haha! Such a sorrowful existence! Challenging death, and prolonging the inevitable. Your Wendy has been found guilty of failing to escape from her destiny. Now, come, let us see it through.
[This time, the Veins of Tartarus open in the center of the arena before Wendy can step forwards. Perhaps for the better, as this opening is wasting little time in growing.
Gazing in, the vein runs deep. Red swirls of mist answer you in amorphous shapes, until they coalesce in one great skeletal hand that grabs the edge, followed by another. Together, they push up from the vein. A skeletal head, decked in an old Galea with ratty crest, smiling with bleached teeth, rises further and further up. Taller than a regular human should, which was only so two massive horse legs could join it over the side of the vein.
The Centaur - if that's what it was - doesn't wait. It reaches out to take Wendy, who shrieks as the monster pulls her into its embrace, and without a word dives back into the hole. The vein once again sealing shut behind her.
Wendy is gone.]
Once more, you have succeeded. I wonder how long that will last...
[And Typhon takes his leave. You are free to go.]