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]

Do you have any specific questions for me?

[quickpersuader]

Your superhuman strength... well, would it be correct to say it's because of your construction?

[carbide]

Yes. My strength is not constrained by the need to build muscles, like a human.

[quickpersuader]

What about your energy weaponry? Is that something you could demonstrate here?

[carbide]

[Olympia's left eye glows faintly red, then flickers out.]

It has been disabled since my arrival here.

[quickpersuader]

[...Well then.]

Were any of your other powers disabled?

[carbide]

I should normally be able to assume a configuration optimized for combat. [Knowing this, Kino will probably now be able to pick out the seams where her forearms are supposed to open up] Aside from that, my strength has been limited, and there is an irregularity in my self-destruct system, which I have not tested for obvious reasons.

[quickpersuader]

[Indeed.]

Do you know what type of irregularity, or would that require testing?

[carbide]

Knowing for certain would require testing, but I suspect the effect would be to limit the size of the resulting explosion.

[quickpersuader]

So it's mostly limiters on your abilities as a whole.

[carbide]

That would be a fair assessment.

[doublelammy]

And your electricity or whatever?

[Trying to account for the fires here.]

[carbide]

Functioning, but I need the assistance of someone else to use it at full capacity. Alone, it is a short range weapon.

[She's just... trying to be as helpful as possible.]

[doublelammy]

[Millium appreciates it. Look, if she's offering to kill someone today, she'd really rather it be Clarisse than Olympia?]

How short are we talking? With Bakky— Bakugou, he could fire out about ten feet, I think I remembered hearing? About that distance, shorter...?

[Covering bases!]

[carbide]

Melee range.

[now watch this limitation I just made up come back to bite me later]

[doublelammy]

All right.

I'm still not sure what those marks in the mud were, but I think this kinda rules you out for real. I don't know how you'd've fought him without getting up close.

[carbide]

[Olympia nods.

She doesn't say anything, but her shoulders drop slightly, like someone finally relaxing after being tense for a while.]

[burgerprince]

Maybe we should try to figure out what those were.

[Listen he's just. He looked at those mud tracks so hard.]

[odasaku]

What did they look like? Did they have a shape that looked like a footprint? Or was it different?

mods?

[burgerprince]

[Was there any specific shape to the mud marks or was it too vague to determine?]

[cartesio]

[ It's your favorite answer, Jughead. Too vague to determine. ]

[burgerprince]

[Spiritually, his head is in his hands right now.]

Couldn't tell. They were just small indents, like something had been forced into the mud. One by the grave, a cluster on the way to the chapel. All pretty small.

But, you know, rain.

[He's taking a long fucking nap after this.]

[silvertongueheir]

...do we have any way to bring mud into here to check against each suspect's steps?

[tuffguy]

I'd offer to bend some here, but I need to be pretty close to bend it. I haven't tested my range, so I can't tell you how close exactly.

[silvertongueheir]

...we've probably tracked some around with our investigations. Could you gather as much as possible together? The most important property we probably need to check is depth. [Not to mention they're running out of time.]