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

POCKET SEARCH

[odasaku]

[ oda will hit the podium a couple times to get people’s attention. ]

Can we search the suspect’s pockets? Just to see if there’s anything in them.

[unfashionably]

[ When prompt, he turns his pockets inside-out. There's nothing in them, sorry. ]

[odasaku]

Thanks.

[marmoron]

Jughead already looked through my armor. Kino can confirm I'm not wearing anything with pockets underneath.

[quickpersuader]

I'll confirm that.

[odasaku]

Ah, alright. If they saw it you don’t have to do it again.

[snideper]

They took all my weapons on the way in...

[and she's PISSED about it!!! regardless, she empties her pockets out without complaint, although mostly that just involves turning them inside out to reveal that they're empty, and shaking belt pouches upside down over her podium.

she—reaches into a chest pocket, and hesitates, then makes a soft ugh noise before slamming a hair pin about the size of her palm down on her podium like it's offended her. the pin is made of bronze-colored metal but only looks decorative.]

[odasaku]

[ oda nods. ]

Thanks. It looks like it’s something dear to you.

[snideper]

It's not.

[defensive???]

It's just some—some stupid thing Sarge left me for the painting incident. I didn't even want it!

[oh my god, clarisse]

[odasaku]

I see.

[ Lots of Doubt ]

Did you ever talk about what the letter that the Sergeant gave you said?

[snideper]

Yeah, I told Dabi earlier. [but she doesn't loathe Oda like she loathes Keith so she'll repeat herself] I'm an assassin. I've done jobs I don't want my name attached to, of course, so Sarge picked one, but it's not a problem I can't solve with a couple more corpses once I get home.

[she...sounds real matter-of-fact about it, and not like she's having a grand ol' fuckin time at the concept, at least...]

[robitussin]

But would you have rather solved it with just one here, especially if it meant it could also get you a ticket back home?

[snideper]

Nah, I wouldn't. The ticket home isn't completely unappealing, but there were too many wildcards to make it worthwhile.

[odasaku]

...

[ after a moment of hesitation, he tilts his head. ]

Wouldn’t it have been easier just to kill one person here?

[snideper]

No, it wouldn't have.

This place is too full of wildcards. My job as an assassin is to know my target and what they're capable of. Too many of you have these weird powers I don't understand. That includes the dead hothead.

There's a whole network of us back at home. Best of the best. It would have been way easier for us to kill a few people in our way together than for me to deal with all these variables on my own.

[robitussin]

...One more question. You said you didn't want your name attached to these people dying, but - who were they? If I'm guessing right, the Sergeant probably picked the people that would be most inconvenient for anyone to find out about.

[snideper]

The job that got brought up in my envelope had to do with some noblemen in Khadein. Fancy rich bigwigs leftover after the last war who we were told had a connection to the Altean prince. Khadein sort of does its own thing, so it would be a pain for anyone to have a piece in their hands to start connecting the dots to our other incidents elsewhere.

[robitussin]

Okay, but like... Here's the thing. The Sergeant said he would make sure the right people found out, right? Did you have any way of knowing exactly who he would tell, and exactly who else you would have to take out to prevent it from becoming a huge thing?

[odasaku]

That’s true. Although there are some here that can’t fight at all.

[snideper]

Sure. But this trial's not for one of them.

[carbide]

That would be inefficient.

[She's not doubting, she's just criticizing.]

[snideper]

No, it wouldn't. A one-on-one fight is way less efficient than setting a trained team of—maybe twenty or so for this job, I'd say, against four or five potential problems.

[streetwolf]

They took my shit at the door...

[Like Kino saw, he has a lot of clothes and with them, a lot of pockets. But he only seems to have his debt card in them.]

[odasaku]

Ah. You’re good.

[carbide]

[Olympia is, uh, naked now, but she'll allow whoever to take a glance inside the cavities she's been using to carry crap. She has... oh my god, she has... her debit card and a pretty rock.]