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

MUD PILE CHECK

[silvertongueheir]

[Franciscus nods at Bolin when he finishes up the mud pile.] Thank you. That should serve adequately. [And then raises his voice again.]

We're running out of time. Suspects, please line up and step into this pile of mud. Jughead, can you see if any of their prints match the ones you saw in depth or shape?

[burgerprince]

Fine.

[God he's so tired please let this be conclusive.]

[tuffguy]

[ Bolin is standing by to smooth out the mud once it's been properly examined. ]

[streetwolf]

[So that mud removal has probably changed what Wayne's footprints looks like. Cause they were pretty clogged up.

It's exactly what you'd expect from a heavy workboot stamping the dirt. Even if the treads a bit worn.

It's a bit deep, but he did just stamp at the dirt puddle. Maybe get him to step normally? He's trying to give you a good print.]

[cartesio]

[ Your verdict is....

Those are very nice feet that do not bear much resemblance to the imprints seen by Jughead. Too flat and large overall. ]

[burgerprince]

You're clear.

[thanks for the mud donation.]

[streetwolf]

[Yay the thing that looked bad was useful!]

[unfashionably]

[ He steps into the pile of mud. His feet are fairly large and, as previously mentioned, have metal soles. ]

[cartesio]

[ Your verdict is....

This print doesn't resemble the marks seen by Jughead. Even the heel is a bit too large to match. ]

[burgerprince]

Not a match.

[still got his eye on you because you're being so suspicious tho.]

[carbide]

[Olympia goes stompy stomp in the mud with her weird rectangle foot.]

[cartesio]

[ Your verdict is...

The footprint is a lot more distinct than the marks left in the graveyard mud, but with a bit of rain one could imagine a match...? Who is to say, with feet this strange. ]

[burgerprince]

It's kind of similar.

[But, you know, Olympia's not looking too likely a culprit right now.]

[snideper]

This is stupid.

[but she...walks in the mud, she guesses...... despite how sturdy her boots are, and that she seems to just be walking naturally, she leaves very light footprints.]

[cartesio]

[ Your verdict is...

The over-all print doesn't resemble the legendary graveyard mud marks, but the heel is of quite similar size. This print is more shallow than what was found in the investigation though. ]

[marmoron]

[The most deadpan...]

Do it again. Harder.

[snideper]

What's your problem? That's just how I walk.

[icariot]

What about "run"?

[doublelammy]

...Oh, my~.

[I'm so sorry she's like this]

[streetwolf]

Please don't start this shit...

[marmoron]

[You're all getting dirty looks at this new request. Christ, what's next? Cartwheels? Lapdances? Fuck y'all.

Keith will stamp his foot into the mud. Have a nice footprint...??]

[unfashionably]

[ Okay but cartwheels actually sound fun so if they're next? He is down for that. ]

[tuffguy]

[ shake what your momma gave you keith ]

[cartesio]

[ Your verdict is...

That's a nice petulant footprint you made there, Keith. Do you want a cookie? The print bears no more resemblance to the markings than Wayne's or Sting's does. ]

[marmoron]

[MAYBE HE DOES WANT A COOKIE, DONT SHAME HIM.]