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

time for a wound check

[losergod]

[ Clearing his throat to get attention. ]

... All right, look. We know the killer was injured very recently and bled. Which means someone among us must have an injury to match.

... We should check the suspects for wounds that might match the knife with blood on it. And that might mean removing clothes... I'm sorry.

[vividsins]

[ Baku's clear. No wounds here! You know, like he said. So basically ya'll got the handsome young man demon to strip. Way to go. ]

[losergod]

[ ... I mean okay look, he can appreciate on an aesthetic level that Baku is very handsome. It probably does not hurt he reminds him of someone he knew looks-wise. A-anyway. ]

... He's clear. Not that I'm surprised.

[vividsins]

[ C GET BETTER TASTE ]

I told you.

[losergod]

[ He dated Anri Warhol, his taste is horrible. ]

I'm not exactly surprised. You seem more style over substance.

[vividsins]

I have substance where it counts. My job doesn't have any fighting involved. I'd be a poor demon if I couldn't charm my way into a contract, and besides. I devour nightmares.

[losergod]

...

[ It just makes him chuckle. Like something out of one of Vincent's stories... Baku really is like something he'd written given life. ]

I suppose you would be.

cw: self-harm implications even if that's not what's going on

[tiefleaf]

...welp, time to get started.

[ HE HAS. NO SHAME. ABOUT THIS.

Apart from his extensive tattoos, there's also a number of small, thin scars running across his arms and chest... along with a similar small, shallow cut above his left nip that looks like it's recently closed up and scabbed.]

[losergod]

[ Uh. This is embarassing. He hates this! ANYWAY, let's examine and. Wait. ]

... You have a cut. Um. On your chest. It looks relatively recent.

[tiefleaf]

...well, fuck.

[losergod]

... That's... not an explanation. That's an expletive.

[tiefleaf]

I'd been doing some knife-throwing practice earlier this week, there was no way I was letting being trapped in some weird metal prison make me get rusty.

[ He's not bringing up the weird blood powers, gdit. He's not even sure if that would go over well, but also, this is a man who lies out of force of habit. ]

[losergod]

...

[ Wait. ]

You use knives?

[theserpentsmiles]

...what kind of knives were you using?

[theserpentsmiles]

It was my suggestion...

[Nagisa isn't much to look at, but if anyone was still wondering here's the proof he is in fact a guy.

Also, he's clean.]

[losergod]

[ Smiles at Nagisa!!!! ]

I'm glad to see it wasn't you.

[theserpentsmiles]

Like I said.... I have no need for invincibility. That's what my education is for.

[crouching_sin]

I... fine.

[He looks almost... embarrassed at this? This is not an onsen.]

[But he removes his clothes - there's a small bruise on his ankle but he's otherwise clear.]

Can I put my clothes back on now?

[losergod]

... Yes, sorry.

[ HE FEELS BAD. ]

... Why is there a bruise on your ankle? If you don't mind my asking.

[crouching_sin]

[Gonna... put those back on now.]

I have nightmares and I tend to thrash in my sleep, especially when I've been having migraines. So I hit my limbs sometimes.

[losergod]

[ A long pause while he considers this. ]

Yes, but thrashing that hard? Enough to make a bruise this badly?

[crouching_sin]

... I've seen awful things, C. So yes. The beds here are a bit smaller than the one I have at home, anyway.

[backuphero]

[Aside from looking rather like the "after" picture from a Charles Atlas ad a few old scars... Jonathan is unmarked.

[losergod]

[ No preamble here-- ]

He's clear. ... Thank you, Mister Morris.

[backuphero]

[No preamble whatsoever. Desire to not die, rather like the desire to bathe, does away with his shame entirely.

Maybe not entirely, since he's blushing and avoiding looking at the only ladies present, but...]

...you're welcome.