antumbrac | 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!]

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[ wow. just going to lean on rean then, binch, as he peeks at it too.

so we have light, coarse colored fibers. ]

Ah~ You left something there.

[ Dazai, please... ]

So I did ~ [ He inspects his nails delicately and digs them out with a different finger.

Then proceeds to put them on Dazai. ] For your consideration.

Thank you~ I'll be sure to check them against the wig and scarves found.

[ Grabbing the fibers. He'll wait for Rean's question to be answered first.]

[ Overhearing this... Hm. ]

Let me see those.

[ He'll hand them over after checking them over. S'up binch ]

[ Yeah, thanks.

So since he actually touched that jacket when he was investigating the body -- does the fiber look like sherpa? ]

[The fiber looks like it could have come from sherpa, yes!]

[ WILL HE JUST SIT ON THIS INFORMATION FOR AN HOUR SO HE CAN WATCH MIKAMI BE A DUMBASS....... TOUGH CALL ]

... What have you got there?

[ Sorry, curious. ]

[ SIGHHHHHHH fine ]

It looks like it could match that [ stupid ] sherpa jacket Elliot was wearing.

[REMBRANDT THEY'RE INSULTING YOUR HANDCRAFTING]

[ LOOK HE'S JUST MAD ABOUT THE JACKET BECAUSE ELLIOT SHOVED HIM OUT OF THE WAY TO ASK FOR IT ]

Hm...

[ Oh god, finally a clue. ]

And this is where we'd need forensics....

The suspect is at least presumed to be a known criminal in his world, however.

[ Just looks at him with disappointment at what could have been. ]

Does anyone else here have clothing made out of white wool? Is there anything like that backstage?

[ Like, there might be, he hasn't been in there yet.

Which he should do, so he can get some backup feather boas. ]

Edited (since they're already there...) 2020-01-11 22:06 (UTC)