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The Fifteen Strangers Mods ([personal profile] strangerpeople) wrote in [community profile] 15strangers2017-05-27 12:15 pm

THE FIRST TRIAL

THE FIRST TRIAL


[Soon after the final clue is found, there are three more loud, unsettling tonal clangs, all which go right to the bone. No matter where they are, the Titled will hear another, loud creak.

The set of doors on the left are slowly opening, revealing a long, long corridor, with a very long flight of stairs going upwards, just barely visible at the end of it.

The Intercessor's voice booms through the air and shakes the ground, sounding loud and clear no matter where the Titled might be standing at that moment.]


ENTER!

[The voice brooks no argument. As soon as everyone goes through the set of double doors, they close behind them. There is no choice, and no turning back. The Titled must go up the stairs at the end of the hall. They feel like they take forever, but when the stairs are finally traversed, there is a single door at the top, already open to them.

Welcome to the Debate Hall, Titled. Its the best-lit place you've seen, with gas lamps on the wall bright as possible. Its also the emptiest place they've ever seen so far - its massive and yet the Titled and the Intercessor are the only individuals to be seen in the entire area.

Seems, because there is faint chanting coming from the darkness behind that stage at the other end. There's no real way to hear what's being said, no matter how close you try to get. No way to check if there's even anyone on or behind the stage to make such chanting possible. The only person remotely close to the stage, standing on the stone steps, is the Intercessor.

There is also a faint rumble in the air, as if the world itself mourns the crime committed.

So. Take your seats at your stone desks to face one another as you debate. And yes, they are stone. Yes, they have stone chairs with which to sit in. And yes, your Title is on your assigned chair, etched in with chisel and hammer. Every desk also has a copy of the Writs with Orders 7 and 8 circled, and a copy of the autopsy file of the deceased on top of it; that is all the aid you will get from whoever brought you here. The rest, it seems, is up to the Titled, with what they have found.

Seats 7 and 8 are empty. Their copies of the rules and evidence lay untouched.

Once everyone has taken their seats, the strange, ominous chanting stops. Its time. Bound in blood, the death warrant has already been signed. The contract is complete. Its now just a question of finding the guilty party to fulfill the call for justice.

So, get ready, Titled.

The Inquisition of Laslow, the Spinner, has begun.]
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[personal profile] defriendestration 2017-05-28 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
...

HUMAN? CAN I ASK YOU A QUESTION?

...

I PROMISE ITS NOT 'WILL YOU SHOW YOUR HAND?'
pursuitofbeauty: (burial of the count of orgaz / sad smile)

[personal profile] pursuitofbeauty 2017-05-28 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
For once, Yusuke doesn't shout at that loud voice. He turns to Papyrus with a faint, sad smile.

"Yes, Papyrus, you may."
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[personal profile] defriendestration 2017-05-28 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
[He's smiling! That makes Papyrus smile too. But if Yusuke's innocent he must ensure it by asking questions!]

OH! OK! MY QUESTION IS REALLY GOOD, TOO! I WANT TO MAKE ABSOLUTELY SURE WE DON'T NEARLY GET YOU KILLED LIKE WE DID CRAZY LADY. NYEH-HEH-HEH!

SO YOU GOT YOUR CUT FROM THE KITCHEN, RIGHT??? AND THIS CLOTHING IS YOURS, RIGHT? WELL, THAT MUST EXPLAIN THE CUT ON THE CLOTHING, DOESN'T IT? IT CAME FROM A KITCHEN MISHAP!

BELIEVE ME, I COULD TELL YOU ALL SORTS OF STORIES OF ME AND UNDYNE MAKING SPAGHETTI IN THE KITCHEN AND THINGS JUST GO NUTS!! CUTS, EXPLODING POTS, SOMETIMES WE RENDER HOUSES UNINHABITABLE FOR MONTHS...IT'S WHY I COOK SPAGHETTI ALONE MORE OFTEN ACTUALLY, HER KITCHEN TENDS TO GET TRASHED A LOT DURING OUR COOKING LESSONS TOGETHER.

...

SO YEAH! OF COURSE IT MAKES SENSE THAT THE KNIFE WOULD ALSO SLICE YOUR CLOTHING OPEN LIKE THAT IF YOU WERE HAVING A HARD TIME!

...

...RIGHT?
Edited 2017-05-28 06:15 (UTC)
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[personal profile] pursuitofbeauty 2017-05-28 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
"... maybe you're right. I don't know if I even noticed."

He sounds so very tired.
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[personal profile] defriendestration 2017-05-28 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[...Maybe is...not...]

OH! IT'S OK! IT HAPPENS TO ME ALL THE TIME.

UM, BUT THAT WASN'T ACTUALLY MY REAL QUESTION. THAT WAS JUST MY, UM, WARM-UP QUESTION! NYEH-HEH-HEH!

MY REAL QUESTION IS...
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[personal profile] defriendestration 2017-05-28 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
............

....................................

DO YOU NEED A HUG? BECAUSE I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, GIVE VERY GOOD HUGS. EVEN IF I'M NOT FLUFFY OR CUDDLY. SKELETON HUGS ARE JUST KNOWN TO BE VERY COOL AND TOTALLY WORTH BRAGGING ABOUT GETTING!

ESPECIALLY COMING FROM ME.
Edited 2017-05-28 06:23 (UTC)
pursuitofbeauty: (burial of the count of orgaz / sad smile)

[personal profile] pursuitofbeauty 2017-05-28 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
"... it isn't safe to touch me, Papyrus. But thank you for your kindness."
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[personal profile] goodnightbats 2017-05-28 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
Look, if it wasn't you then it wasn't you, but if it wasn't then just unbandage your hand for a sec and tell us what your clothes were doing where Maglor found em and we can stop wasting time here, alright?
defriendestration: (SIIIIIIIGH)

[personal profile] defriendestration 2017-05-28 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
NYEH??

[What are you talking abo--oh]