Week 6 - Trial

[cartesio]

Week 6: Trial

   

The atmosphere at the courtroom is different this time. Although people are filling the tribunes, not everyone seems to be furious with the outsiders. Some are scowling and looking at them with outrage, others are cautiously wary of them. Unhappy, but not about to snap anyone's neck.

The Sergeant waited until everyone was at their spots, and counted them:

"Our numbers are dwindling. It's surprising, I admit. I thought there'd be more of you at this point"

Not that it's inconvenient. It's just surprising. The number of podiums belonging to the deceased prove just how many have perished. Several of you may be feeling a bit lonely in the sea of black velvet.

"Wayne Uedera, Osamu Dazai. They're the victims this time. Good luck, everybody. Here's my help to you all, like last time, vote for as many as you consider necessary:

            

Let the trial begin.

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Comments

[amburere]

Right! He came running at the first sounds of trouble.

[quickpersuader]

So... Did you really attack Mr. Uedera with a knife? And did you chase Mr. Dazai to the library afterwards?

[amburere]

[ With how hard he's smirking, he's gonna pull a staple out soon enough. ]

Makes sense, doesn't it?

[quickpersuader]

It does. I just wanted the full story.

[amburere]

Dunno, I can be kind of shy. 'specially when my work's not up to par.

[quickpersuader]

I don't know about that. You gave a good speech already.

You can't keep going for a little longer?

[amburere]

Maybe, maybe....

[quickpersuader]

So why cut up the raincoat?

[amburere]

Hail? [ That wasn't the question you asked Kino, but that's fine. ]

[quickpersuader]

What about the hail made you need to cut it?

[amburere]

[ ........... ]

You're just like that reporter, y'know.

[quickpersuader]

Maybe.

If there's only one culprit, it's still fine if I drop in two votes, as long as the majority votes for you.

[And her hand hovers over Hawk's photo as she does so.]

[amburere]

[ He looks like he might laugh. And then quietly-]

Don't make me repeat myself.