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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[twoasone]

Who said I was interested in the power itself?

I don't have any powers back home, and though the copy can be useful sometimes, what I said about my brother is true...

But I told you portraits were not my typical medium, didn't I?

[moonfang]

Tch. So you were gonna take a motive you didn't even need? Rude.

But please, do go on.

[twoasone]

I'm doing you a favor. Some of these people might obliterate us if they got their powers back...

But my true calling is the creation of furniture. Chairs, tables, dressers... The like. I've spoken to the Lady about this passion. She said I could, but it's very hard when you have no access to a workshop and Rembrandt destroying all the material.

[inordertobelieve]

[ He's been standing all through trial, but you know what, he's claiming one of those chairs now. This is too disgusting to bear. ]

[inordertobelieve]

[ He KNOWS this is a normal chair, thank you very much. ]

[moonfang]

[Zangetsu is one of those people, but he's not going to say that aloud...]

Ah.. I see. Kind of a sick puppy, ain'tcha? But he wouldn't let me have the bodies ta eat, either, so I ain't surprised he wouldn't give you raw materials for your arts and crafts.

CW: cannibalism?

[twoasone]

... Tch. At least I could still make use of the bones if you must devour the meat. But at this point you may as well try and eat my corpse before you go.

is it cannibalism if they're different species..... Yes. Yes it is.

[moonfang]

I don't think those two would let me! Though I appreciate the offer. Heheheh!

[p_q]

[....... It's probably a good thing at least one of them is dying. S M H.]

[twoasone]

No use in not trying anyway. After all, you did volunteer to be a guinea pig for her punishments, remember?

[notbymyside]

[And now he's burying his face in his hands.

Zan why are you like this.]

[moonfang]

[instinct!!!]

[baitless]

...disgusting, though I’m completely unsurprised your ilk keep showing up...

[why does he even bother with y’all humans, he’s just gonna mumble that and move as far away from shin as possible.]

[twoasone]

At least I'm not sloppy with creating the furniture! They're fine peices of art, I wish you could see them!

[Even though you probably shouldn't.]

[baitless]

I would absolutely rather not. Thank the Goddess I won’t be wasting any sleep on you.

[deadlygoals]

Let me guess... you killed your own brother and you use body parts, blood, or something else morbid as your medium.

[twoasone]

[His smile fades off at the mention...]

... We used to work on this art together, actually. One would come up with designs, the other would assemble the peices.

If it wasn't for that priest, he would still be alive.

[deadlygoals]

So which did you do? Designs or assembling?

[twoasone]

I. . .

[ ... He isn't sure. He stands there with eyes wide open, unable to awnser the question. ]

... Does it matter anymore? I do both, now.

[deadlygoals]

[ That's an interesting reaction. ]

What part did the priest play in his death then?

1/2

[twoasone]

... This requires an explaination.

[The murderous high just drifts away as he speaks.]

A doctor and a prison warden arrived at our furniture shop one day. Both were as sadistic as we, though they had different methods and tastes. The doctor offered us a place where we could practice our art without fear of the law- to become this priest's "angels", as he put it. As unbelievable as it seems, we were willing to see if this man was speaking the truth.

2/2

[twoasone]

But when we were taken to the priest... He rejected us.

I remember his words clearly now... "I sense a strong dependence that is not equally shared," he said. "Come back when one of you does something about it," he said.

We didn't believe him at first. We had done everything together until then, and it had gone so well... But...

[psychophant]

You didn't even have any interest in the incentive?

[That's probably the exact wrong thing to be mad about here, but guess what!!! He's mad anyway!!!]

Fine, just tell us why you killed them so we can move on already.

[twoasone]

If you must know...