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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.]
goodnightbats: (3)

[personal profile] goodnightbats 2017-05-28 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
Mmmm, no, I believe you. I mean, it doesn't make sense that you'd confess the big one and then lie about all the small stuff, right?

So how'd it happen?
pursuitofbeauty: (the sick child / sorrow)

[personal profile] pursuitofbeauty 2017-05-28 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
It takes some time, but eventually he can talk without tripping over every other word. He sounds awful, though, and he won't lift his head from the desk.

"I was worried about him. The note... I did not sign it in case he felt pressured, to avoid future awkwardness between us. We met in the library and spoke at length about many things. At one point, I laid a hand on his shoulder... my thumb touched bare skin, and... and...."

Another wave of tears comes.
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[personal profile] goodnightbats 2017-05-28 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
Hm. Well, you're clearly pretty broken up about it. If it helps any, I'd say that means you're not a murderer. I'm pretty sure this would qualify as manslaughter at most, if this place weren't so crazy.

I know a whole lot of murderers [LIKE HERSELF] and they don't feel nearly this bad after they kill someone.

Do you know how he got burned? Or what happened with the daggers? Did the condition of the body and the crime scene change from when you left him?
pursuitofbeauty: (phaedra / regret)

[personal profile] pursuitofbeauty 2017-05-28 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
"I do not know... I honestly believed you did those things. The burns and the daggers were not present when I left."

Murder or manslaughter is irrelevant to him. He can still feel the blood on his hands.
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[personal profile] goodnightbats 2017-05-28 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
What about the letters? How much of the evidence did you fabricate? Cause from the sound of things, a lot of it wasn't you. Especially the stuff that pointed to it being me, and I'd like to figure out who did it.
pursuitofbeauty: (old man in sorrow / sad)

[personal profile] pursuitofbeauty 2017-05-28 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
"I fabricated nothing. I only destroyed or concealed what I could." He shakes his head slowly. "I wish I could be of more help to you."
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[personal profile] goodnightbats 2017-05-28 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
Huh. That's being plenty helpful. It means we know what to watch for, right?
pursuitofbeauty: (old man in sorrow / sad)

[personal profile] pursuitofbeauty 2017-05-28 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes."

He sighs, inclining his head respectfully at her.

"I wish you well, Harley."