In the morning, the beach comes back to life. Birds are back to cawing, the fish splash in the ocean, and insects buzz cheerfully from the jungle. Crabs skitter across the sand and seagulls fight over food (possibly yours). 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 Chief stands at the front of the longhouse and brings his hand up to his mouth to let out a whistle. He'll thumb back to the hut-like building behind him and very clearly state --
"Trial time, everyone. Get in here and figure out who did it."
And then he'll turn to head in. The other Chief helpfully pipes up with a, "Make sure to bring a snack, and maybe some water. Hydration is key to catching murderers!"
The longhouse is set up like a meeting hall, with long benches on each wall, facing each other. 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. Aside from that, the room is empty. It’s only when everyone has taken a seat that the doors close and the Chief 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.
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[he had to say it, they were going to figure it out anyway.]
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[. . .]
[she's quiet]
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nothing about this feels good.]
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[deep breath out]
[she shuts her eyes tightly, lifting a hand to clench at her shirt over her heart]
[she breathes out the following words, voice low, but even]
. . . you're such a reckless do-gooder.
[and then she marches right up to him and fucking hugs him]
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it feels so much worse. he took lives, and lives of people he cared about, for that matter.]
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[she clings back pretty tightly, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. she's so angry, she's so desperate, and that in and of itself is a weird feeling]
[but she made a promise, and she's keeping it. if it's him against the world-- she's fighting on his sid]e
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now, she's all he's got. she's the only one left, huh? he's a moron, but if it protects her and lucina, it was worth the sacrifice.]
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[mumbling into his shoulder]
Look how sentimental you're making me? Idiot. Moron. Foolish protagonist.
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[he's not crying???? he's definitely not crying.]
So if you want to see me again, you have to beat this, okay?
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. . . hmph.
I'm no hero, you know.
[. . . but she understand what he means]
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Way to ruin it by confessing.
[. . . it's half-hearted]
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Come. Step away.
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No.
[she breathes out the word, quiet but firm]
He won't stand alone in this.
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[ Lucina's own voice threatens, quailing, halfway to a break. ]
Did you know?
[ If she hadn't felt betrayed before, well. ]
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Do you know. . .? How much it broke him? How much it tore him up inside, to have to kill his partner?
[that's a, uh. yes]
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[ In public, because everyone wanted it, on a theory that Magilou herself instigated.
It's clear, now. There's only one person Lucina still considers her true partner, after this trial. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be Magilou. Her hand withdraws steadily, not quite abrupt, and she shifts away from the scene. ]
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[. . .]
[and yet, as she watches Lucina walk away, some part of her feels empty and cold. and not in the casual, unfeeling way with which she's so familiar]