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FIFTH TRIAL
Trial V
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:
"If you don't make this trial go like I want it, every single person in this room is getting vivisected!"
It has been a couple hours and she's still furious. It doesn't seem like her mood is going to improve anytime soon...if ever. Behind her, Rembrandt doesn't seem very impressed with her gratuitous threat. At least she probably won't get to make good on that threat, hm?
Let the trial for the death of Dist the Rose 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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[At the start of all this he would have screamed. He would have fought it, and he would have done...something that isn't this. He's still not seeming too coherent, he's staring at a lot of nothing down toward the ground.]
I have nothing to offer you here. Normally I'd try. But I don't have anything. If you're going to vote me out now then so be it, but you're making a mistake. I want that much known before you all make Rembrandt tell you as much.
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I believe you. I have to believe you.
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[ If he does this now, then everything will fall apart. ]
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[...]
Thank you.
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He's not been an instrument to hide a murder. He cannot have been. If he was then... then what does that make him? How could he claim to anyone that he can have any use to them, even here?
It can't be Cumore. It won't be Cumore.
He's just going to stay silent, hands in fists, waiting.
Who would have known that at the very end, God would be gone and he'd stake it all on an unrighteous person instead? Who could have foreseen he'd fall so low? ]