THE MOCK INQUISITION

[strangerpeople]

[Soon after the final clue is found, there are three more loud, unsettling tonal clangs. Those in the first floor vestibule will hear another, loud creak afterwards, coming from the set of doors.

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. The Titled must go up the stairs at the end of the hall. They feel like they take forever, but when the stars are finally traversed, there is a single door at the top, already open to them.

Welcome to the Debate Hall, Titled. Its perhaps 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.

So, Titled, don't mind the 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, or 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. Maybe its in your mind. You've been paranoid the past week, after all.

Maybe this is just all insane to begin with.

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.

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.


The Inquisition of Kanna Hijiri has begun.]

Comments

[warmdolls]

I don't think she'd have the strength in her to dismember someone like that. She's old.

[crywiththesaints]

Blunt, but accurate, I'll admit. Thank you.

[warmdolls]

[ ...blink. Most people would bite at that. ]

The body's my realm. It's my job to know at a glance who is capable of what.

[coldsouls]

... I'd like to argue this point. She has a magical power to summon a very amazing octopus!

Perhaps it could have ripped someone apart?

[ Smile, smile ]

Just a theory, mind you, but no one is exempt.

[warmdolls]

...I think we'd have seen bruising from tentacles, sister dear, and I don't think anyone has mentioned those.

[ WHY ARE THERE NO FACEPALM EMOTES. ]

[coldsouls]

It was just a thought.

[ She's pouting--

Look at her pout. ]

[crywiththesaints]

If I'd actually done it, I might congratulate the lot of you. As it is, I did not, which means we'll need to concentrate on who did.

[coldsouls]

I think we have a better question to ask at this point: who DID do it? Who had power enough to manage to kill her?

[ It's a good question to ask. ]

[mogarisready]

Not just that. Who would want to.

[coldsouls]

Need I point out again that she intended to kill us all? Whomever did it may have been intending to aid us, not hurt us.

[ She... thinks. Maybe? ]

[lesbointhesky]

People are awful.

[mogarisready]

[An affirming grunt!]

[crywiththesaints]

It isn't summoning. It's more like a superhuman's power. Look.

[And she'll bring out the tentacles from her back now, like she used to get that stuff off the shelf.]

These are filled with toxins; I know the kind well. Had I restrained the girl with those, she would have drawn poison with her bite, not blood.

[coldsouls]

... I suppose that's a good point.

[ Grumble, grumble. Levia's just muttering now. ]

You should be put on trial for getting MY power. I want the octopus.

[crywiththesaints]

Take it up with the managers, I suppose.

[deviloftekkadan]

[what the fuck is happening here

Just. Going to stare.]

[crywiththesaints]

It's an odd power, but that's likely true for us all.

[deviloftekkadan]

I don't think mine's that weird though. [Punctuated by him sparkling all over the place whoops]

[crywiththesaints]

...That explains your title from the letter from before, at least.

[deviloftekkadan]

[To be honest his own title kind of slipped his mind but that's nice to know? Probably?]

What was yours? [He's not really sure what title evokes 'tentacle-monster' aside from the obvious but uh]

[crywiththesaints]

The Question. It seems to fit as much as any.

[coldsouls]

[ SLOW CLAPPING ]

[deviloftekkadan]

[just turns. stares.

why are you clapping sparkling intensifies]

[coldsouls]

You're definitely the second prettiest boy here~

[ she's enjoying this ]

[daughterofthemark]

[WHOA WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

arianna you should have been paying more attention to your surroundings during the investigation]