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TRIAL I
Trial V
The sounds of Hamelin's flute reach you, wherever you are. No matter the melody (light and whimsical today) it always seem to signal the start of something unwelcome. Whether you resist or not, eventually you'll find yourself drawn to the origin of the song.
The lush greenery of the palace courtyard greets you at the end of your journey, atmosphere heavy like the party from last night was simply an illusion. And at the center of it all, Hamelin smiles, his mouth curved, as he gathers everyone to one side of the palace grounds. With a short note from his flute, the quiet is broken with a small tremor that only grows and grows until the ground itself seems to erupt with chaos.
There's practically no time to react as roots and branches pierce through from the dirt in a wide circle around the group, limbs entwining around each other densely to create a thick wall of branches that obscure any sight of the outside world. And in that pitch black cage, the rumbling continues underfoot, bringing with it the strange sensation of moving up. When the shaking finally seems to die down, what awaits when the branches loosen and unwind is--
The hollowed inside of a grand tree, its size large enough to be comparable to the palace's ballroom. As you look around, you'll see several oversized toadstools (thirty-one for those inclined to count) growing about the place, and a small wooden table where ballots and quills are laid out, in addition to a hard-covered book with the profiles of each and every one of you. Directly behind the table is a particularly large knot, wide enough to stick your hand into.
A glance to the 'windows' in the tree trunk only show thick branches with their foliage and the wide blue sky; those who approach these windows and look down will also see that anyone who tries to escape this way is going to be leading themselves to a very, very long drop. No other exits are visible anywhere in the tree, either.
As absurd as this entire place was, as absurd as this entire situation was, the only way to get out was to play the game.
It was time. The trial for Samidare Asahina's death had begun.
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I understand your frustrations, but we'll get there. No crimes are perfect.
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[Zola winces]
How horrible...
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I'd imagine this to be a possible use of that pulley system mentioned. To hang her, and then utilize it further to drag the body up to the roof.
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If this is how it went, it was pre-mediated to a degree of having the pulley materials prepared ahead of time. Considering most of us don't climb random roofs on the regular, so this method would not make sense for most other potential victims, they must have known she would go there.
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I would easily buy into that, except it leaves the barricade unaccounted for. Since none of us living appear to have built it for unrelated reasons, we likely have to attribute it to Samidare or the killer as well.
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To draw our attention to places with no evidence
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Especially since we're just going in circles about them, clearly.
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I agree with prioritizing the evidence at the crime scene for the time being.
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You do realize what you're suggesting by opening that up, correct?
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We only woke up around 8:00 the next morning.
The time of death was 11.30pm the previous night. That's a fair amount of time to kill someone, clean up the crime scene and build a barricade or two, even if it's just one person.
[ just saying. ]
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But that would also mean they probably didn't get much sleep if they did all of that by themselves.
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[ She just kind of. Glances, and then looks at Phil. ]
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Guess not, unless they had some sort of agreement going.
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[...]
Also, what Morgan darlin' said.
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