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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1/3

[laytorest]

[And there it is.

Quick as a flash, Yor dashes for her, arm pulled back, going in for a punch--]

2/3

[laytorest]

[...Only to stop her fist an inch from Zola's face.]

3/3

[laytorest]

Samidare... Samidare, I'm so sorry.

[mearry]

[ okay now he’s concerned. ] Yor-san!

[laytorest]

[Don't mind her, she's just a sniffling, crying mess.]

[goldencave]

[ That...

Norton's gonna come over and try to put a trembling hand on her shoulder. ]

. . .

[ He doesn't know what to say. ]

[laytorest]

[She's in no state to answer, but she doesn't shy away, at least.]

[mearry]

[ …

he’s not the Greatest at comforting, but he’s going to settle a hand on her shoulder. ]

It’s okay. It’s not your fault.

[edamamepon]

[ Just quietly offering her the handkerchief from his suit jacket. ]

[heroicact]

[Ah. Well, all things considered and considering all the things that happened to Yor specifically, it's not unexpected -- but still. Since she's already well-taken care of, Jack will just bow his head for a moment in sympathy.

This isn't the end of it, but it is potentially the end of the trial, at least.]

[biqe]

[ Not............... going over there.

But if she happens to catch a glimpse of him, he is clearly feeling pretty terrible. Less justified than her terrible, but. ]

[adorabilities]

[ oh. she pauses, before uncertainly patting her shoulder?



sorry. ]

[laytorest]

[She's still sobbing, but she won't move away, at least.]

[adorabilities]

[ yeah, she doesn't know what to say, except to glare daggers at Zola. ]

I'm sorry.

[dezolation]

[Zola doesn't flinch in the slightest when Yor rushes at her. When the fist stops she does seem a little surprised, though.

...ah. She's grieving for Samidare. So that's why it stopped. Zola exhales. It's not like she can't understand why Yor felt like that, really -- she's absolutely horrible but she's not emotionless -- but still...it's not like she can say anything to that.

Well then.]

[libirdian]

[ He'll just quietly walk to stand somewhere next to her. Nothing else because of how unsure he is about his ability to talk right now, but he can sympathize with that grief. ]

[laytorest]

[With how much she's crying into her hands, it's hard to say if she actually notices he's there, unfortunately.]

[incompletely]

[ That sure happened, and Tenn can't say he's not surprised, but once the initial shock wears off, he walks over to her. He makes it a point to himself not to spare Zola a passing glance, and joins the others in putting a hand on her shoulder. ]

Yor-san...

[laytorest]

[She's still sniffling, trying a little to calm down, but it clearly isn't happening for the moment.]

Re: 3/3

[crimson_flamel]

[...]

[mirrite]

[Hey, look, he's not pinching her this time... the hand on her arm is gentle. He won't say a word, partly because at this point there's really nothing that can be said, and partly because he's trying to keep himself from doing the very same thing that she just did.]

[laytorest]

[She hardly seems to notice, still sniffling into her hands, but she won't move away from it.]

[sempiternel]

[ Crying in solidarity, sister. ]

Re: 3/3

[eternaljune]

...Yor...you couldn't have known. No one has the ability to foresee the future here...

[Rika can't reach Yor's head, so she pats her on the back instead.]

Re: 3/3

[laytorest]

[She's still crying into her hands, but...

She doesn't react badly to the pats, at any rate.]