TRIAL IV

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Trial IV

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The story presses onward as you gather in this now familiar "courtroom" to deliberate the deaths of two more of your number. By now there's more space for everyone with the population dwindling down to twenty, and by this weekend's end it will dip ever further. But maybe in a time like this more space is needed, though one most always be mindful of the clock.

Adora and Norton Campbell are dead, and the price must be repaid.

[OOC NOTE: Please keep in mind the only mod run checks are those that directly involve a piece of evidence found during the investigation. Those checks that involve player participation will rely on each player's willingless to partake in the check, for the sake of keeping IC choices intact]

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[mathodical]

[ ... ]

[ he will give tenn a meaningful look first though, before he does so. and while behind a privacy screen:

his legs and feet are clear! shoes too. however--

there is a long, half-healed cut running across most of his left forearm. ]

1/2

[incompletely]

...

[incompletely]

[ When he emerges from behind the privacy screen, Tenn has a very mixed expression on his face. He's...distraught, guilty, all kinds of things, even though it's clear he's trying to keep himself from looking too apparent--

he doesn't say anything. But his expression should be enough. ]

[biyishuangfei]

...What's wrong?

[incompletely]

[ He just. Buries his face in his hands. ]

[crimson_flamel]

[Edelgard gives him a long measuring stare.]

I take it you found something on Lord Moriarty?

[incompletely]

...

[ There's a long pause before: ]

His arm is wounded.

[crimson_flamel]

[...]

I see.

[eternaljune]

...what kind of injury? A blunt object or a stab wound?

[mathodical]

[ and that's his cue, isn't it?

william will step out behind the privacy screen, and even beneath the sleeves there's still the end of the cut still visible. ]

An accident with a weapon of mine from Wednesday. It's already half-healed, it's not fresh.

[biyishuangfei]

Why didn't you say that sooner?

[mathodical]

And risk being attacked again like I was last week?

[ expression, frosty. he forgives some people but he does not forget. ]

[hellochildren]

You do realize how ridiculous zat sounds at this point, correct? Or do you truly take us all for fools?

Name at least vone person zat would know about this injury. Or dit you truly not inform anyone, despite the possibility of it becoming a danger later on?

[edamamepon]

He's been teaching me swordfighting. I thought it'd be more healed by now so I didnt think to mention it.

[mathodical]

Does it matter? You are looking for an injury that was done less than twenty four hours ago. Does this qualify?

[ he'll show the scar, if he has to. it's clearly more than a few days old, considering that it's scabbed over and not bleeding even without bandages. ]

[heroicact]

William...?

[Jack looks both confused and a little alarmed as he steps forward to try and examine what's visible there. He looks around at Pericles and Makoto and seems a little more settled, though still somewhat baffled.]

Is this why you were so terrible at scooping paper fish...? That must be the reason...

[mathodical]

... Something like that.

[hellochildren]

[Oh, you bet your ass it's enough, Tenn.]

So, vhere was his injury?

[incompletely]

[ Well...you see... ]

[edamamepon]

[ Don't mind him barging in after Tenn emerges. Angry? yes. ]

Want to tell me what happened?

[mathodical]

An accident with my sword. It's not a fresh wound.

[ he's going to give makoto that very same meaningful look. ]

[incompletely]

[ He's going to give Makoto a passing glance, just before he barges in to talk to Moriarty.

His expression is so pained. So...ashamed...

Help me. ]

[crimson_flamel]

[...Hm.]

[incompletely]

[ If you want to say something, he'll probably need to be poked, sadly. ]

[edamamepon]

[ Does Tenn want a hug? ]

Hey, it's okay. He's been teaching me swordfighting. We're all stressed, so it's going to happen.