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

[doublelammy]

I told Jughead what I thought was important. I just don't think the rest of you need a play-by-play of what's goin' on under her sheet-thing, and especially not you.

[snideper]

If you're interested in "justice" [real mockingly] or whatever twisted version you can get here, then you need to figure out it's not about what you think is important. You're not the one making the final decision, are you?

Get someone else to check over Olympia, with or without your help. Then I'll let Cian search me.

[doublelammy]

And I told you, too, I'm not after justice.

There's not gonna be any justice here. But one of you killed my friend, and I want to kill whoever did it.

I don't care who that winds up being.

[robitussin]

[Hm!!]

...No way.

[doublelammy]

Someone has to.

I promised him I wouldn't kill anyone like Nine did. I never promised him not to volunteer for this.

[robitussin]

Yeah, someone has to, and it's not going to be you.

[doublelammy]

I think that's Sarge's decision, not yours.

[robitussin]

Yes, and based on who he picked last time, I'm sure he's going to go for the thirteen year old who wants some fucked up form of revenge.

[snideper]

But boy, it sure would suck for you if your buddy over there was the one who killed your friend, huh? Wouldn't that hurt? Talk as big as you want, but you're getting bogged down in useless sentiment.

[you know like how you talk to a child??]

That's why your judgement on what is and isn't important doesn't mean a thing, and why you can't be trusted to do this on your own.

[doublelammy]

I cared more about him than I did any one of you up there.

[Flatly. Sorry, you're not getting the teary-eyed spectacle from last week, Clarisse.]

So, no. Not really. Just Sarge handin' down another mission.

[carbide]

Enough.

[Stepping between them.]

Will you trust your own eyes?

[snideper]

[putting reasonable distance between herself and Olympia, but still looking real smug]

Oh, sure, but I don't know that anyone else is gonna want to hear any opinions from me, so I hope this isn't an offer for a private show.

[quickpersuader]

I can check too, if we can't trust another suspect's word. [Please don't try to frame someone here, Clarisse.] But it's up to you, Miss Olympia.

[carbide]

That won't be necessary.

[Still in full view of everyone, Olympia reaches up to her chest with both hands, grabs the sheet with both hands, and just fucking tears it in half.

Surprise???

There is, incidentally, no sign of any injury or damage.]

[clearities]

[NANI THE HECK]

[integratedsoul]

...oh.

[ Well, Millium is born in a lab, Cian herself has a computer program installed on her very bloodstream so... why not this? Just. Huh. ]

[quickpersuader]

[..........Ah.

Huh. Much more human-like than some of the robots encountered before, at least personality-wise. Kino does obligingly circle Olympia to check.]

I don't see anything.

[doublelammy]

[SEE? NOW YOU CAN LOOK AT HER FEET ALL YOU WANT, CLARISSE. Millium's kinkshaming.]

[relieable]

[ah.......... suddenly some things make more sense.

but not a lot]

[snideper]

[...

well that's fucked up

like. clarisse doesn't know what a robot is. but that's fucked.]

What the hell happened to you.

[but in a deadpan where she isn't interested in actually knowing... she does kinda look over at jughead since the mud is his pet cause but then she's moving on. her turn she guesses, where'd cian go]

[unfashionably]

[ uh, wow ]

[streetwolf]

[What the fucking fuck?]

....You're kinda missing a few things uh here?

[Gestures at stomach.]

mods?

[burgerprince]

...That's hardcore.

[Jughead can only spend so long looking in shock and awe before he needs to focus on those weird little feets. Would they match the size of those mud marks that are also imprinted in his brain?]

[marmoron]

Huh.

[The fullest extent of his reaction there.]

[protectandselfserve]

...

I'm a bit surprised that's as stable as it is, honestly.