Week 3 - Trial

[cartesio]

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

[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]

[carbide]

[oh oops did she hit you with the sheet she didn't mean to]

[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. ]

[carbide]

[...she has to admit, she was kind of expecting a more universal WTF reaction.]

[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.

[carbide]

[She'll take that as a compliment, or at least she would if she could hear it.]

So that nobody will accuse me of hiding it later, I should note now that my body is more resistant to injury than most of yours.

[doublelammy]

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

[carbide]

[I mean, technically she can't, since the portrait doesn't go all the way down. But yeah Olympia's vaguely drawn but definitely not human-foot-shaped feet are also now clearly visible.]

[relieable]

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

but not a lot]

[carbide]

[at last you have a robot girl in the cast]

[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]

[integratedsoul]

[ Right next to you and ready to lead you behind a viewing screen with a friendly and encouraging smile that you probably didn't want to see. ]

[carbide]

Nothing happened to me. This is how I was created.

[Opportunity to say "I was an obnoxious teenager in a murdergame" missed.]

[unfashionably]

[ uh, wow ]

[carbide]

[I see what's happening here, you're face-to-face with greatness and it's strange]

[streetwolf]

[What the fucking fuck?]

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

[Gestures at stomach.]

[carbide]

[She looks down, as if unsure what he means.]

I convert fuel to energy directly. I have no need for a digestive system.

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?]

[cartesio]

[ They could match, but it's not conclusive. ]

[marmoron]

Huh.

[The fullest extent of his reaction there.]

[protectandselfserve]

...

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