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15strangers2017-12-09 11:50 am
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THE SECOND TRIAL
[Soon enough, once the final clues have been uncovered, the telltale DING echoes through the Mall. The elevator in the food court has opened once more, and it will not close until all of the remaining Titled have gotten in it. And, as before, a thought comes to them, the realization that they needed to get on the roof, and get to the bottom of this.
Soon enough, everyone is back on the roof, and they will find that their platform arrangement has changed to reflect those who had died since last week. The podiums of Dio, Torri, and Yuuri are each all lowered and covered with white cloths. Otherwise, everyone else's platforms also have food and drinks, just like last week.
It's probably still not much comfort, especially with what everyone knows must happen. They must look at the evidence they have gathered, and once more, they will have to figure out the truth, putting their lives on the line to do so. Hopefully, their luck will hold.
So, get ready.
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[ It takes her a long moment to let go. She doesn't want to. ]
... Please, never forget that we cared, okay? That there's not just... people like your father or the people that hurt you or your mother out there.
I can't make up for all the bad things you had to suffer through, but... I swear... if I can find a way to bring you back, and give you a second chance... I will. You deserve better.
[ She knows abuse when she sees it. ]
So please, just... just wait patiently until then, okay?
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[ She has to wipe at her eyes. ]
... Besides, how am I ever going to beat your high score if you're not around to re-challenge me? No one else could even hope to have beaten me, but you did it.
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[He sighs and slowly steps back.]
...I'm happy to have met you too, Ursula-san. Along with everyone else in this room.
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[ Her gaze lingers, but there's... nothing else she can say or do, not really. Not anymore. ]
... Is it passe to say good luck in such a strange situation? I... I don't know. But I don't want to say goodbye.
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[He pulls the knife back out of his pocket, ready to open at a moment's notice.]
I don't plan to go down easily, after all.