TRIAL I

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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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[zloushka]

[Zola blinks, raises her other hand and, staring right at Adora, closes her fist with some difficulty. Worth noting she has gloves on both hands, of course]

[adorabilities]

... Can you take off your gloves?

[zloushka]

[With a sigh, she takes her gloves off]

So, what's next?

[She looks quite calm, really]

[incompletely]

...

[ He's going to walk over to her and hold out a hand towards her. ]

Your gloves, please.

[zloushka]

[Zola looks straight at him and passes the gloves. Here you go!]

[incompletely]

Thanks.

[ Alright, we're going to take a look at Zola's gloves (while also kinda...shaking them to make sure nothing falls out of them, like more knives, etc....

Tenn is looking for any signs of wear and tear from something like...friction, maybe. Also, is it thick? ]

[zloushka]

[Nope, no more knives -- and Yor confiscated the glass shard she had in one of them, unfortunately.

The left gloves is perfectly okay, but the right one looks quite...decaying, if it may be the word. Stiff. Almost flaky. The leather bends with quite some difficulty]

[incompletely]

[ Hm.

He's going to hold up the right glove, then, and glance over at Adora. ]

Feel like explaining this, Zola?

[vogelfrei]

Seems to me like this got wet, didn't it?

[incompletely]

It sure does.

[crimson_flamel]

Well.

[mirrite]

And like someone tried to get it dry in a hurry.

[He wears leather gloves, he knows how long they usually take to dry off...]

[heroicact]

Leather is surprisingly delicate when it comes to water...

[zloushka]

An unfortunate incident with acids before coming here.

[Her response is immediate, yup]

[incompletely]

Oh, I'm sure.

[biyishuangfei]

I don't know anything about your incident, of course, but...

[ ... ]

Someone told me acids could melt through iron...so wouldn't there be holes in the fabric if there was acids involved?

[adorabilities]

Can I see your right hand?

[zloushka]

You're so insistent.

[Yup, here you go! Zola gives her right hand to Adora. Here!

Looks like there's absolutely nothing abnormal about it. Quite healthy and strong! With no signs of injuries in the slightest]

[adorabilities]

[ hm. interesting. ]

Can you close it into a fist?

[zloushka]

[She certainly can! And quite easily, too. Zola closes it in a fist with no issues at all!]

[crimson_flamel]

You do know that if you don't cooperate, you will likely be ruled as guilty and killed, yes?

[zloushka]

Oh, I'm well aware.

[Zola really sounds quite nonchalant about that]

[crimson_flamel]

Well, your confidence is admirable.

[It'd be a shame to see her go, really.]

[laytorest]

[???]

[biyishuangfei]

[ He'll look over here, watching. ]