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8 AM
(MOCK WEEK TRIAL)

[After some time has passed, guess who comes onto the intercom.]

All right, kids, wrap it up. We're gonna do our little "trial" now to figure out who killed the devil brat. Get your asses to the blinking dot on your map. You can go back and forth to the rest of the plane from there if you need to, but I expect to see everyone gathered there so you know where to vote and shit.

[What had been investigation point H blinks. Ah-ha. No wonder it was electrified. It's not anymore. When people arrive there, the door is unelectrified. Inside, it appears to be where all the jumpseats for the stewards are, seatbelts and all. There are, naturally, fifteen of them.

It's first come, first serve this time. Once everyone has gathered there, the Captain comes back on to the intercom.]

So! You wanna catch Satan girl's killer, right? But we don't got all fuckin' day to waste, so here's a narrowed-down list of options for you!! That's right - one of these fuckers is the one who dun it. See, I can be nice.

THE TECHNO

THE DAWN & DUSK

THE DESTROYER

THE FUTURE

THE URSA

You're going to be picking from one of them... Well, unless you just wanna vote for Jonathan's suspicious-lookin' mug. No one would blame you, ahaha!

Anyway, I expect you to figure it out for yourselves, but I'll be watching.

[In other words, you could probably get him to answer your yelling this time. Not that he's sorry towards anyone who tried to talk to him during the investigation portion. Because of course not.

It's now 8 am.

The trial for Satanichia McDowell Kurumizawa, The Shining. has begun. ]

((OOC: As ofr this, evidence can also be called up on the phones!))

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Oh NO you don't, you son of a fuck!

[That didn't make much sense, but... in the words of a much holier man from a different franchise entirely, "The good lord never said a thing about kneecaps."

Bang.]

[The lightning that is going towards Kokoro--suddenly careens away mere inches from her face as the Pilot lets out an angry scream, his kneecap basically going BOOM.

He falls onto his knees, looking up at Jonathan with utter hatred.]

THAT.

FUCKING.

HURRRRRTS!

[He will scream while throwing lightning at Jonathan.]

[It's not fair.

His last words are going to be so stupid and Vita's going to be a widow when they haven't even had a real honeymoon thanks to this bastard, it's not fair.

But, well, all things being the same... he'd always hoped he'd die in the middle of a battle, not in bed, not slowly. And it came from protecting family, too....

Jonathan Morris, the Double, is -

just unconscious. Jesus Christ, he's as good as any Belmont, you know.]

[When Vita sees Jonathan get hit and go down and after she's attacked herself, she's going to rush over to Jonathan and make sure he's still alive. She knows to check for a pulse and to be careful about moving him until she knows better what injuries he has at least.]

You had better not die on me and had better wake up!

Mr. Jonathan!

[For once in her life, Kokoro turns away from the mission for a second. She drops down to his side and checks on him.]

Alive, at least. But we'll have to move quickly, he needs rest.

I can stay with him if needed. He'd probably prefer to wake up with me close by.

You're right. Thank y --

[THAT SURE WAS YURICK SCREAMING LIKE THAT VINE WITH THE RUBBER CHICKENS]

But there may be an issue. If the pilot is rendered unconscious who will fly this? I can't attempt it and stay here.

[Just a second, her ears are still ringing...]

I can pilot a Ride Viper. I can attempt this if the controls are similar enough.

[No, you can't, you rolled a 2.]

Or anyone else...?

[Vita's are as well, but there are more important things.]

It's either that or bring Jonathan in with me. I'm not leaving him and letting him wake up without me near him.

Do you think we could -- [She cringes and rubs her injured arm.] Perhaps someone can carry him, if we have a stretcher on the plane. Otherwise, we may not want to risk it.

If there isn't one, it could be improvised with sturdy fabric.

I've got my scarf, but that likely won't be enough. I'll start looking.

[She gets up and starts out of the courtroom.]

[Yurick sees his brother go down, and something in his head snaps.

He lunges through the bottleneck of people, living eye wide and wild, and screams at full powered 127 decibel volume right into the Pilot's face. Enjoy the ruptured eardrums, you shit.]

[Yeah, that.

The eardrums practically pop at this. Like. Loud. And blood starts dribbling out of his ears.

He's...not going to be attacking anyone else, it looks like.]

Edited 2018-12-23 02:29 (UTC)

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cw: graphic injury

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Eat my 83 you smug snake

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