[ WEEK THREE – TRIAL ]

[sheriffexe]

TRIAL

In the morning, the town comes back to life. Birds crow overhead, a snake nearby hisses, a lingering coyote dips behind a shop before disappearing into the wild. It's a frightening contrast to the stillness of yesterday but it doesn't mean it's over yet. After all, today is the trial. The Sheriff stands on the porch of the Town Hall and brings his hand up to his mouth to let out a whistle. He'll thumb back to the Hall behind him and very clearly state -- "Trial time, folks. Get in here and figure out who did it." And then he'll turn to leave before pausing and adding on, "Bring a snack or somethin' too. The Town Hall is set up more like a court house, a Judge's bench at the front but instead of at center, it's off to the side as if more for observation than participation. There's a table at the front of the room already holding a small box and a pad of papers and pen, for voting apparently. A side room containing only a metal gurney is next and today it's obvious why there's a gurney there at all with the corpse, resting right on top of it. Aside from that, there are rows for everyone to take a seat and it's only after everyone is inside and settled, that the doors close and the Sheriff speaks. "Well, have at it. You've got till nine." And then, he points to a clock on the wall that reads 12:00. Good luck. Welcome to the trial post! Characters are free to discuss everything related to the trial here. They won't be let out of the room until 9PM when voting ends. Every character must vote and the voting post can be found here. If there are any questions, please shoot a message to this journal or to robowest.

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[hydrokinetics]

[Because he doesn't know if he wants the truth, but.]

I have to. I'll take Xion with me, too. She deserves to know just as much as I do.

[uraniumnumnum]

[ YOU'RE NOT MY MOM NOCT!! ]

What? [ he rounds on Noctis, looking annoyed - and confused. ] Just who do you think you are?

[insincerely]

Good job on not losing any fingers.

[ceded]

[ Xion lifts a hand, pressing two fingers to her cheek and letting her other curled fingers press against her mouth. ]

If I had to guess, I'd say it comes from the Sheriff. He's in charge of running the game, right? But I don't know for sure. I'm sorry, Harry. I wish I knew more.

[flippity]

[ she looks stricken, but she can't even... fault him for that line of thinking because she would feel the same way if she were in his position. ]

Right. We will and then we're going to beat this whole game. No one else going to get away with this, Percy! We're going to get the people who did this, and the ones making us play this stupid game.

[hydrokinetics]

I guess it'd really help clear your case, wouldn't it? [Don't underestimate the lengths he'd go to avenge Annabeth.]

[elemancy]

Someone who wants to get this done and sorted out. You can pick a fight later if it's that important to you.

[suddenly, he knows what it's like to be the mom friend. he never asked for this life, why can't ignis be here to do it for him?]

[bittybat]

[Gently, his face bunches, a sight that shouldn't exactly ever be on the face of a ten year old.] When I find the answer, I'll let you know.

But voting for the death of someone else isn't going to be it.

[ceded]

[ Her shoulders twitch when Yuna challenges her on it, but her expression doesn't really shift. She doesn't ... seem to know what to say. At all. So ... she doesn't. sorry yuna x2 ]

[thatsthespirit]

It's possible. If there are roles meant to kill, why would there not be roles whose purpose is to eliminate them?

[lets out a small huff]

But that's merely speculation at this point. Perhaps we can find out more when the Sheriff answers Xion and Percy's questions.

technically not here

[impulsiveness]

[QUIETLY SIDE EYEING THIS NOT VERY SUBTLE CONFERENCE

well.]

[thatsthespirit]

All right.

I'll be standing by.

[she sure is proud of you two]

[ceded]

[ ... Xion doesn't say anything, but she sticks close to his other side, protective and sad and so, so, so angry. ]

[leadastray]

I think it would be important to know which of us is most proficient with a fire arm. I single shot to the head is no easy feat.

[sheriffexe]

Nah. I know who the fucker is. I'll get 'em for it, later.

[sheriffexe]

Nah. None of 'em did.

[sheriffexe]

I suppose they don't have to, but they haven't not done it yet.

[hitsitoff]

[He shrugs. Fine, whatever.]

Used to be in the army. Then I moved on to being a mercenary. Retrieval expert, specifically, which really just means go somewhere, get a specific item, take care of anyone in the way, bring it back. I'm one of the best in the business, which is how I ended up in my current crew.

[sheriffexe]

Yeah, you probably should've.

[sheriffexe]

Yep.

[ceded]

[ Ah. Well. There goes that theory. That's ... helpful?

It's not helpful.

Xion breathes and then steps forward. ]

I have a different question. So, the bandits have a leader, right? Do they talk to each other, or do you talk to the bandits for the leader?

[insincerely]

Are we positive that that's how Nui even died? It's possible that she was killed in another way, and once she was dead and nice and still, her murderer just shot through her head. Not like we have the rest of her corpse to check.

[expelliarmed]

Or maybe he just relays the leader's picks. [ His mouth thins. ] You're doing great, Xion. I'll ask him about this one.

[ let the poor child rest ]

[thatsthespirit]

[WELL THANKS FOR CONFIRMING YOU DIDN'T STEAL THE CAMERA, BRO]

[she nods at him, and then turns on her heel to leave again]

[insincerely]

... How many friggin' roles are there?

[It's more to himself, since he knows the Sheriff can't answer that, and so soon after he waves his hand.]

Anyway, thanks.