THE SECOND TRIAL

[strangerpeople]

THE SECOND TRIAL

[Soon after the failed attempt to contact the dead, the tell-tale alarm suddenly rings out, rattling everyone's teeth alongside Marie's voice.]

ATTENTION! EMERGENCY ALERT! PLEASE GO TO THE ELEVATORS IMMEDIATELY!! HMHMHMMM! I WILL NEVER GET TIRED OF SAYING THAT...!

[And so, once again, the elevators bring everyone back down to the trial room, where the table has been...altered, slightly, color-wise, to reflect those who are no longer among you. And once more, upon entering the force field, weapons disappear - and powers fail to work.

Bottson hops up onto the center of the table, transmitting the evidence found.]

heRe yOU Are eVerYBOdy! THe sUsPECt lISt!



YoU cAN Do THiS!


[Above everyone once more is Marie, floating around in her hover platform.]

WELL, WELL! FANCY MEETING YOU ALL HERE AGAIN! I GUESS YOU ALL FAILED TO KEEP THAT GUY ALIVE, HUH?? AHAHAHA!!

WELL, LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN GET WHO DID IT THIS TIME, HMM??

Comments

[crouching_sin]

I assumed that was the case. It would make sense for her to put us back there, even if it's awful, because... look who we're dealing with?

[losergod]

Miss Napoli, he has albinism.

[fashionfever]

...I see. That does make it look creepier how you got this just now on Thursday. Though of all the days to have nightmares, it kinda fits, haha!

[vividsins]

...I'm not so sure she calls those shots, Sir Naoya.

[crouching_sin]

I suppose. I did manage to sleep a bit, since... well. If someone was going to try to murder me in my sleep there wasn't much more I could do other than have the animals out.

[crouching_sin]

True, but whoever she's working with must be just as twisted, given the situation.

[earietale]

Um, sorry, but what does that have to do with bruising easily?

[She thought that just meant super pale and white hair?]

[fashionfever]

Oh, well, that sucks for you, Naoya; sorry...

[vividsins]

But they're also willing to reward murder. So I don't see it as impossible that they wouldn't send you wherever you wished.

[crouching_sin]

[He shrugs a little bit.]

I was born like this. I've been teased about it before, but it's just how I look.

It did lead me towards a career where I don't have that much face to face interaction, though.

[losergod]

... You don't know, do you? Albinism is a defect of the genes. Depending on the reason for it, it can cause many health issues, ranging from eyesight problems to immune disorders. In fact, in some cases, some people die very early. He's lucky he's alive.

[fashionfever]

The lower angle makes way more sense. Is there any other good reason to kick him in the face, not square in the chest? It's so much more effort, it'd point to their strengths.

[tiefleaf]

Doesn't everyone?

[crouching_sin]

Due to the genetic factors that cause the condition, someone with albinism has a tendency to bruise easily and heal slowly.

[earietale]

Oh. I...kind of thought-okay. I'll keep that in mind now.

[losergod]

No. I can't use weapons with high proficiency at all, even if the body I'm inhabiting has some kind of nack for it, usually I'm just flying blind.

[tiefleaf]

The smaller ones from the kitchen. Gods, any bigger than a fruit knife and you're just begging to lose a hand.

[earietale]

Okay, I think I understand now. Thank you.

[losergod]

If you want information on that sort of thing, I can probably help you later. I was studying to become a doctor, after all.

The point is, he's probably not lying about that.

[earietale]

I think I might.

[At least to understand that a bit more since...so many people with white/gray hair here...]

[backuphero]

He's right. You saw how most of us were acting about eggs, Red. You give something a face and a name, and people are going to care about it.

[crouching_sin]

Yes, but I wouldn't trust any reward this place gives me, anyway. I have a zoo in my room.

[vividsins]

...Let me lay this out, Sir Naoya. While you don't have any cuts, the blood evidence could have been faked if what Sir Molly is saying is true--he'd be an easy target if he hurt himself this week. Meanwhile, you work with computes, giving you the knowledge and know-ho to strip and splice wires, nevermind that you know how electrical current works. With no roommate to watch you, no one would know if you left in the middle of the night to strip a wire for a trap, you were incredibly reluctant to prove your actual flexibility, and you have a bruise you can only attribute to nightmares--but only one bruise and nothing else. You also didn't show up at all, on top of all that. That's a lot of small things stacking up into a big thing, Sir Naoya. Wouldn't you say?

[losergod]

[ Side-eye. He's. Got a point. ]

[tiefleaf]

Alright, alright. You got me there.