Week 3 - Trial

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Week 3: Trial

April 20th. It was now time for the trial.

When everyone arrives at the trial room, the tribunes are already filled with townspeople. Compared to last week, there's less morbid curiosity and more quiet outrage. Everyone's glaring at the visitors while they enter the courtroom.

The number of podiums draped in black has increased dramatically. Nine's, Mako's, Sandalphon's, and Bakugou's have joined Moloch's, raising the number to five. That's one sixth of the available podiums. How many more will be covered in black velvet before these two months end?

Once everyone is at the right podium, the Sergeant bangs his gavel. He doesn't seem to be in better mood than before.

"Today the victim is Katsuki Bakugou. Solve it."

Without even bothering to taunt or be as antagonistic as usual, he waves the gavel. Five small photos appear on the podiums.

            

"When it's time, you shall cast your vote. Write it on paper or put the photo inside the slot, I don't really care about how you do it. What matters is that you actually do it. Start your discussion."

The trial room went completely silent, all the visitors can feel the attentive stares of the townspeople gathered to watch. It's up to them now to find the culprit.

Let the trial begin.

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Comments

[relieable]

[gloves can hide a lot, right? Osomatsu checks those first, paying attention for any discoloration. then he gives Sting a nervous smile] Can ya take ‘em off? [or are they like your bad fashion shoes]

[unfashionably]

[ Nope, no discoloration. They really are clean, and, yes, they are not like bad fashion pants. They can come off! ] Sure.

[ He's a little confused but he's doing it anyway. He kinda just... slides them down his arms and pulls them off? They're really long gloves, they cover basically his whole arm sans shoulder. Once they're off, he holds up his hands.

Clean! No mud and nothing under the nails. ]

[relieable]

[HMMMM! Osomatsu inspects thouroughly, then gives Sting a thumbs up] All clear.

[unfashionably]

Thanks for checkin'. [ And now he slips his gloves back while watching the other checks. ]