T̢H̶͏É͠ ̵̢͜T̸͘H̸̶͞I͢ŔD ̵E͘͢X͘E͠͝C͞U͟͠Ţ̡I̕Ò͢͞N

[strangerpeople]

T̢H̶͏É͠ ̵̢͜T̸͘H̸̶͞I͢ŔD ̵E͘͢X͘E͠͝C͞U͟͠Ţ̡I̕Ò͢͞N

[Just as before, as time runs out, an alarm blares, and the dot matrix screens on the podiums of the suspects flash. The suspect with the most votes flashes red three times.]


[Once more, the true culprit is marked with a blacker-than-black X.]

Congratulations, Strangers. Those of you who've voted are unanimous and correct. King Milton is guilty of murdering Vita Clotilde-Morris and Jonathan Morris.

[Hiyori's voice is like chipper ice. The details aren't coming out this time, apparently. There's a pause. Hiyori gets up to put a hand on Link's shoulder with a gentle concerned expression on his face. Then they speak in unison.]

Sit back, relax, and enjoy the execution! However you see fit!

Comments

[katzenpfote]

[He can write all of this down later, but if the vitality numbers are changing when people hit it, he's going to try to find the point where the number is the lowest.]

[First they have to get in. Then they can deal with the Noise.]

[strangerpeople]

[The continued assault seems to be working. The vitality is going down slowly, but steadily.]

[incendiarize]

[PEW PEW MOTHERFUCKER]

[katzenpfote]

[He keeps working at it, trying to figure out where the spots are weakest, freezing and hitting them with laser and whip.]

We're making good progress! Keep going!