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THIRD TRIAL
Trial III
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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... 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.
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[ ... He isn't sure. He stands there with eyes wide open, unable to awnser the question. ]
... Does it matter anymore? I do both, now.
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What part did the priest play in his death then?
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[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.
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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...
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... And yet, now that I'm having to think of it, I wonder what would have happened if we never met those people. Outside this so-called game, where I might have killed earlier, I just don't know.