THIRD TRIAL

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Trial III

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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:

"After the fiasco somebody I won't name caused yesterday, I'm glad to see someone else had the courage to do what was needed. This time it's a valid murder. To the culprit: I wish you good luck, darling. Let's see you get away with this murder."

Someone seems to be pleased, unfortunately. Anything that makes the Lady pleased can't be good, can it?

Let the trial for the death of Olivert Reise Arnor and Sirius 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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[bawcock]

And didn't he say something about it reminding him of his brother? I don't know. Maybe I'm biased, but something about this feels off. [ Thinking it over, thinking it over. ]

Why didn't he ask one of us to do it instead of poisoning someone who looked like family? I just don't get it.

[moonfang]

I dunno either. I ain't got a lotta family ties, so I can't say I get it.

...I'd really like ta see what happens when Pinky over there covers up his head and then makes a clone, ya know?

[ortion]

I have a name.

[Seriously?]

And it would not completely obscure the hair-colored sludge. It would simply be further down in the pile, based on my observations.

[moonfang]

And now you have a nickname!

[he hums thoughtfully]

Even if you wrapped it up totally in a towel or somethin'?

[ortion]

If you must give me a nickname, at least use my title? It is Rose, for the record. Dist the Rose.

[Jeez!!!

But anyway,]

Presumably it would still be the case, yes. But if we absolutely must test it, I will summon another replica. I have two more to use.

[pr159]

Do you only get three a day or something?

[ortion]

As much as I loath to spoil all of the details, yes.

[pr159]

To be fair, you kind of offered up that one.

[ortion]

I did. Failure to produce three replicas would prove the loss of one within the last twenty-four hours.

Though...perhaps I could have saved that card.

[Damn it. Oh well.]

[moonfang]

Ok! Rosey!

[he giggles]

As tempting as it is to get to stab more goo clones... Nah. I don't think it's gonna be necessary.

[ortion]

Ugh. Close enough, I suppose...

[But yay for not having to deal with more replicas.]

[twoasone]

There's the issue I take with it! It only resembles my brother, but it's just a pale imitation! A lifeless doll that is nothing like the original! It's a terrible thing to see a family member die, but another to see a fake live!

[bawcock]

... a fake, huh?

[ Anything he could say, he doesn't really feel like saying. Just gonna leave things like that. ]

[deadlygoals]

How did your brother die?

[twoasone]

... Is this something you have to talk about? My brother wasn't one of the victims in this trial.

[deadlygoals]

Call it curiosity. Was he murdered?