FIRST TRIAL
Trial I
The opera house doesn't seem to have gotten any changes. There are no lights on the windows, the lobby is dark. Only when everyone is gathered there something does happen: Rembrandt appears, opening the main stage doors, the large and heavy doors creaking when they open.
Rembrandt herds everything together, guiding them down the halls of the seating area. You better not stray from the hallway -- there's a very palpable sensation that something's deeply wrong about this place. You may perhaps see the form of something moving, blending with the darkness. Wait...it's several forms. A few pairs of intensely blue eyes, eyes that so far only Ango may have seen before, gaze at everybody. You really shouldn't try to approach. At least they don't try to come closer, cowed by Rembrandt's presence.
The main stage is the objective here. It's lit rather brightly, with the spotlights the Lady had used for her introduction a few days ago, illuminating the stage. In what's a rather ominous touch, the backdrop depicts hellfire. There aren't any props around, other than a few seats that seem to be spares for seats in one of the minor auditoriums, not even enough seats for everyone. Rembrandt blends into the darkness.
"Welcome!"
That's the Lady's voice, coming from high up. Looking up, you'll find a balcony to a side, large and with two seats. There's the Lady, wearing her dress, visible even in the darkness. She's standing up right now and leaning on the railing, shouting at them.
"Let's try to make this short and sweet. We figured it'd be fun if you all got to discuss who killed dear annoying Elliot. Give us a name, and we'll execute that person. Nice and simple, don't you think?"
"So, culprit who saved so many people from us...now you have to struggle for your own life. Oh, we never told you about this before? Don't feel bad, there's a lot we don't tell you all about. She sits down, adjusting her dress.
"I'm not going to pretend I care about you all catching the right person. Just give us a name and let the culprit go free, for all I care. Get started, we don't have all day to do this! You only have seven hours! Get moving!"
Here you are, all the actors in this impromptu play about justice, and the audience is...well there certainly is an audience larger than you were expecting. Everyone will hear the noises of those things moving around in the seating area, from time to time directing their eyes at the group, but they still make no attempt to approach. Looks like the audience that really matters is up there, in the balcony.
Let the trial for the death of Elliot Schafer begin.
[OOC NOTE: From the halfway point of the trial and onwards, you'll have the option to ask the masterminds for the chance to get a hint! Be warned, though: the price will involve some body horror for your character. Keep that in mind when deciding to use this option!]

A Better Autopsy Report
At least he brought Mikami's notebook with him. A notebook full of detailed sketches of the body as it was found. ]
As you can see, many of his bones from the waist up were broken and there is a part of his head that was caved in. I can assume the body had been there for a while since rigor mortis had already set in... I also noticed some scraping and abrasions on both his hands here, and here...
[ Sigh. ] I would have gotten more detail on the body if somebody didn't decide to barge in while I was working. [ GLARING AT RIDEAUX... ]
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... Not the most pleasant thing to look at in this case. ]
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Dazai doesn't seem to react to any unpleasantness. Just verifying it's how it looks in his memory. ]
Did it look like he fell to his death?
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[ EYEROLL... anyway. ]
The body did indeed have numerous broken bones, mostly notably the ribs, neck, and hands - from the fingers up to the elbows, actually. There were abrasions on both the palms and the backs of the hands, especially on the inside below the thumbs.
As we've said, part of the skull near the top of the head was severely crushed, leaving brain matter exposed. His face, on the other hand, had only minor damage -- just some abrasions, nothing broken.
Livor mortis had obviously set in, with the blood pooled on his front side, as one would expect if he'd been in that position for some time.
While there was blood on the stone beneath his face and elsewhere, there wasn't very much of it, which could be chalked up to most of it being washed away by the rain.
...All in all, most of the injuries could potentially be explained by falling and making impact with a hard surface, though the extent of the injury to the hands in particular makes me question that.
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There was nothing. However... [ she looks over at the spells list. ] If anyone were to have Sanguis, they could have manipulated the crime scene so there was no blood left.
So yes, it's possible.
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mod ping
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If we're assuming he fell from the clock tower, what material is the outside of the building made of up there, anyway?
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They were grabbing something that caused injury, particularly to their thumbs. It could be from the building, or holding onto their attacker...
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[He's actually going to try to be useful now that he's done bickering with Mikami. Feel honored.]
Hit him with the statue, knock him from the clock tower with it. If something is coming at you with great force you're going to try to stop it, I'd assume. I don't know.
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[HM. So rather than using it as an eye-catcher...]
Considering it was found hanging from a makeshift rope, it could have been swung to create that force.
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[ No mention here of how Cumore probably doesn't get his hands dirty, he's trying to be helpful! ]
A fall to muddle up a murder is either convenient or well planned. We now have more murder weapons to consider! Now a statue, the building, or the cold hard ground.
[ Sarcastic excitement. ]
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[She'd like to think Elliot fought. It'd make this all look less like he was outclassed and brutally murdered]
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[ He shows the tucked in thumb variant, then having the thumb outside and across. ]