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

[marmoron]

[You know. As annoying as this whole fucking trial charade has been? He can kinda respect that she's not giving up.[

Is there really a point to talking to you anymore? You're gonna deny this shit until the very end.

[snideper]

Seriously? Of course I am! It wasn't me! All you idiots have to go on is circumstantial bullshit from another suspect who has my same skill set, but superhuman, and every reason to implicate me.

[icariot]

Except that's not true? You're the only one with any distance skills. It's apples to oranges when you compare the two.

[snideper]

And we don't have any actual proof any distance skills were needed. You really don't want it to be your buddy over there, do you?

[amburere]

[ Again piping up to defend Bakugou's dignity here. This is just stating not snarky or anything, cause he'd much rather it be robot girl. ]

No one had any wounds on 'em. None of you have a healing quirk, and accomplices would be up there with you.

[snideper]

It's still all circumstantial. We've run circles around all the other ways a suspect could get out unscathed; distance isn't a definite. That moron even tried to suggest I fired the glass piece off my bow.

[amburere]

[ ..... ]

Yeah.

[snideper]

[as always, she so loves being agreed with. smug smug smug!!!]

[marmoron]

You haven't exactly given anyone any reasons to give you the benefit of the doubt.

[There's a beat.]

I could see Katsuki losing his temper and getting into a fight with you. Don't see it as easily with any other suspect.

[snideper]

That's what I've been saying—hell, I'm not even the only one saying it. [that annoys her, though, even though people trying to defend her innocence reaLLY SHOULDN'T???] I make a great target for a frame job, especially when skills start overlapping. Everyone would just love the chance to put me on the chopping block.

Either way, I could see him getting into a fight with you pretty easy. [She waves her hand dismissively, though.] Pretty sure that brat would fight anybody over anything. Either way, gonna be honest, I wouldn't stick around to fight him if he did come at me.

[marmoron]

[Ignoring that.]

That doesn't make any sense.

Whoever killed Katsuki had enough time to bother with the poison and all that other shit in the car. If they wanted to frame you they could've easily bought arrows just like yours from the hunting shop. Seems like a pretty stupid oversight if this was all designed to screw you over.

[snideper]

Look at it in the other direction. We still don't have a good reason for me to have any of that stuff. We did spend a while talking about how the wound on his chest could have been from an arrow—if the culprit wanted to frame me, it's not like they were completely off the mark.