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trusthell2017-03-25 11:58 am
wordsmithery) wrote in trusthell2017-03-25 11:58 am
Taking Responsibility.
| Despite the lack of a body, despite the fact that you've initiated the investigation today of your own volition rather than due to some sense of formality and obligation (to the dead, to the rules, to the session), it seems that the Wordsmith is aware of your activities regardless; as such, when you finally leave that hidden area on the seventh floor and move back toward the stairs, you'll find that the elevator is already waiting for you. Perhaps it's unsettling, in its own way; perhaps it'll only serve to make you more determined. Either way, the ride up is swift and smooth as always; when the door opens, however, it becomes immediately obvious that the courtroom itself has changed. The podium circle is still standing in its spot toward the front of the room; three more have joined the ranks of the deceased since you were last here - Mikazuki, Watanuki, and Bruce Wayne's portraits have been set up on their podiums; however, theirs aren't the only ones that have been covered - all thirty podiums have been draped in black, the fabric spilling down over the wood, almost to the point of reaching the floor. That isn't the only difference, either - Kageshirou is far more visibly present today, in a way that's impossible to ignore. The walls in here appear cracked, much like the one in the foyer, dark silt and shadow spilling down to pool on the floor like contaminated water, like blood. A fair amount of it seems to be emanating from the lectern high above, the one place in this room that doesn't seem to have taken damage like the walls have; regardless, the darkness of the shadow entity spills down heavily from there, constantly pouring down like some sort of waterfall, thick and ugly and thankfully dissipating into the floor before it can touch the circle where you'll be standing. The circle is one of the few places in this room that's clear of it, actually. As repulsive as this all may be, however, the lectern remains empty, standing cold and unaffected by any of this; once everyone has found their place in the circle, the Wordsmith's voice can be heard addressing everyone, as always. "Welcome, Apprentices—I thought it likely you would want to find yourselves here today, and we have now gathered for what I am sure you need not be told may be one final time. Is there perhaps something you wished to discuss?" There are only eight of you left, and it seems you've reached the end of the line. There isn't much else to do but try to win, in any way you can. Best of luck to you. |
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Yeah. I want to know why the hell you're obsessed with keys.
[WHO PUTS A BOTTLE OF WINE IN A LOCKED CABINET IN A ROOM YOU CAN'T ACCESS WITHOUT A KEY THAT'S IN A BOX THAT YOU HAVE TO OPEN WITH ANOTHER KEY.]
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You found more?
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[He'll take out both the weird jewel shards and the fancy bottle of wine.
Lusamine also found some creepy books, but he'll leave that to her.]
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[...Hanyuu does this matter-]
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MODS??
If there's just a label boy am I going to feel silly]
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Lusamine brings out the three books she sought out in particular. One about cross universe travel, one about philosophy (which...isn't important in the long run but it held the note), and one about the philosophical nature of the soul.]
Indeed. I also found these among the books on his shelf--he had many books in there that were in absolutely abhorrent condition. [...this is a stupid thing to call him on, but--] Really, I would figure that someone who goes by your title would take better care of such things. You should be ashamed.
[Anyway, Priorities out of the way--]
The ones of particular interest...were about cross-dimensional travel, and the nature of the soul. I did not want to spend the entirety of my time reading, of course...but I found something very interesting among the books.
[Lusamine pulls out the note.]
It appears that he was looking for an energy source. It does not say what for, but...there are a few ideas.
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To... travel to different universes? Why?
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... And sometimes, when you have magic, you're not able to use it on yourself. It can only work on others.
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You sound rather versed in such things.
[Just an observation, but you know. Lusamine nods her head.]
...Perhaps he is using us as a trade of sorts, then?
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Or a sacrifice.
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[...]
But why? What reason would he have to attempt such a thing? Even if it would take a miracle to accomplish, one does not simply do these things because they can.
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[Silver, stop shitposting.]
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[He'll hold it up. Apparently that's what his life looks like now. He's a damn key hoarder.]
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