SECOND TRIAL

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Trial II

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From what you can see, all the lights in the opera house are turned on. Only when you enter and see the open doors that lead into the main theater, you can see that room's lights are currently turned off. It's very dark in there.

Like before, Rembrandt escorts everybody to the stage. In the dark you still can see the many blue-eyed things you may be getting used to. They're still very scared of Rembrandt, staying as far away from the assistant as possible. The stage is illuminated by the spotlights, the only light in this theater.

The Lady and Rembrandt are at their balcony. She stands up, addressing the group:

"This time we don't need any introductions, do we? Let's make this an interesting trial, just like last week. Give me a name! Who is the killer this time?"

Short and sweet. Will the Lady give you that offer later? Only time will tell.

Let the trial for the death of Lysithea von Ordelia 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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[dominioned]

Do you really prefer the Clock Tower that much?

[p_q]

There are fewer people, and even less now after the first week.

[Presumably because it's a murder clock tower now and also has been explored pretty thoroughly, but eh. Not looking the gift Hollow in the mouth here.]

I see little point in these displays, still, other than for your entertainment.

[dominioned]

I suppose we will have to see if the Museum shares the same fate.

[ He tilts his head. ]

Ah, but it takes a while for one's vision to adjust to the night.

[p_q]

I have my doubts. The museum has more amenities.

[Unspoken: the damn lab, and for some reason there are people who like riding the T-rex, which surely won't see any useful application beyond that. Surely.]

I've never needed to let my vision adjust. Do you think your plans are worth that?

[dominioned]

I suppose I must concede that it seems fairly popular.

[ Yeah he. Needed to clean up that soup. ]

Worth is relative. To me, this is worth what I will gain in the end. For you, most presumably less so. But that's hardly my concern, is it?

[p_q]

[He missed #soupgate and hasn't really spent that much time in the museum since then -- looking at bones isn't quite as exciting when you've spent your entire unlife surrounded by heaps of them and also some of them are considerably more annoying than others.

Actually, museum bones are probably a little more agreeable than anyone or anything in Hueco Mundo.]

No. [he doesn't bother with resentment; just pragmatic acknowledgment] One uses what one has at hand. But I wonder how good your own vision is, Rembrandt Meijr.

[dominioned]

Hoh? If it's the dark you are concerned with, I am more suited to it than the day. [ But the other option, metaphorical or not—he taps his glasses with one finger. ]