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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[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...]

[eternaljune]

...like in an oven, perhaps?

[mirrite]

Exactly.

[heroicact]

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

[mirrite]

And it's a pain to wait for it to dry out. Can't really blame someone for wanting to speed that up...

[zloushka]

An unfortunate incident with acids before coming here.

[Her response is immediate, yup]

[incompletely]

Oh, I'm sure.

[adorabilities]

Can I see the glove?

[incompletely]

Gladly.

[ He'll hand it over. Have at it, friend. ]

[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?

[zloushka]

It depends on the acidity and the composition of the leather -- as well as what the acid was designed for. Any measures that are taken upon getting splashed or doused with it will diminish the damage or neutralize it enough.

[Zola recites that with the uncaring and monotonous demeanor of someone who's been forced to say stuff she has learned]

[biqe]

Where were you handling acid?

[biyishuangfei]

[ ...

.....


It's possible all of that flew over his head because his mind sort of hazed over due to it being a long day and unable to accept scholarly explanations at this point. ]

But the other one is fine.

[warmthbringer]

If that's true, isn't it dangerous to keep wearing it...?

[ he doesn't know shit about science but that seems unwise ]

[zloushka]

That'd be if it was fresh.

[She shrugs]

[incompletely]

So you didn't bother getting new ones when you supposedly damaged the ones you're wearing now via acid?

[goldencave]

... Okay, is anyone else finding her more than a bit suspicious?

[ Norton crosses his arms, glaring at Zola. ]

First she tried to hide the fact that she had a million weapons hidden on her person, and now she's acting all weird about her right glove... Which was probably messed with, I'm sure.

[5_1_1]

She's like, totally sus right now.

[crimson_flamel]

She has to know she's suspicious.

[What does she know that we don't...?]

[hellochildren]

May I ask vhat kind? Zere are many different types of acid, and I am curious chat kind you dealt wis zat woult affect your glove, but not your hand.

Not zat I sink you are lying, of course.

[Can birds smirk? If so, this one is definitely doing that.]

[zloushka]

It was a snail. A snail literally made of acid.

You're going to have to ask its inventor for details, not me.

[Doesn't seem like she's kidding]