cartesianism | Week 3

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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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.

...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.

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.

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?

I can't be certain who he'd tell exactly, but I've got a decent idea. If any of the pontifex...es? Pontifeces? [no but she thinks that's kinda funny because she's the worst] Whatever; any of those important people in Khadein find out, we're in trouble. Same goes for any of the neighboring royalty, especially that prince and his bride-to-be from Talys. Both of them are already on our radar, though. Only a small handful of people were directly affected by our other missions and have enough power to do anything with whatever they find out. There isn't enough information about us out there for anyone else to do anything with the information about the Khadein job.

And... You're confident enough that you could kill royalty without making even more of a mess?

Do you really need to ask her if she's confident enough about anything?

[Intended more as a jab than a genuine defense don't get the wrong idea Clarisse.]

She still has to trust the rest of her assassin's club thing or whatever to not fuck it up, right?

[...]

Fair point, though.

Like she'd work with anyone incompetent.

[Feel those verbal airquotes.]

Where else is she going to go if she doesn't like the people there? It's not like any other group would be aching for her sparkling personality.

They'd probably want her for her technical skills.

[Clearly not happy to compliment her but he's seen her shoot enough things to be confident about that.]

[Muttered:]

What good are technical skills when they'd have to wonder whether or not she'd shoot them in their sleep if they look at her wrong...?

[preach]

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He's got a point.

[too late]

[Just going to scoff and look away they've been on each other's side far too much this trial and it's fucked up.]

The mess in the aftermath is the goal, more or less. Like I said, the prince and his bride are already on our radar. They're our next targets, as a matter of fact. We've had our eye on him and his allies for a long, long time.

Lady Eremiya is the one in charge of all our planning; she points, I shoot, but that means I'm not positive on all the plan's specifics. Fact is, though, we kill those royals, and we win.

[A pause.]

Well, you're a horrible fucking person as usual, but thanks for the answer.

My pleasure.

[Likes: Murder]

...pardon, Clarisse.

[ This is off-topic but now she's extremely curious. ]

What's this about 'Talys' and 'Khadein'?

[ Those names sound awfully fucking familiar but she can't quite place where she's heard them before. ]

What's it to you?

[MMM SHE THOUGHT NO ONE WOULD RECOGNIZE THOSE NAMES SO SHE COULD TALK FREELY SHE MIGHT HAVE FUCKED UP]

They sound incredibly familiar. "A prince and his bride-to-be from Talys"...I don't suppose you'd be willing to share either of their names?

[ She's guessing not, but fuck this is going to bug her until she figures it out. ]

[...]

No.

[when azura is found dead in miami we'll know who to look at]

[ A LONG-SUFFERING SIGH clarisse why are you fucking like this

fine, she'll go and rack her brain for the next week and a half until she remembers Marth's name when she's eating her morning cheerios ]

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

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