WEEK 3; TRIAL

[killerwaves]

TRIAL

Like last week, the kitty bots herd everyone over to the sandbar once the time for investigation has concluded. At the least, this little piece of your personal hells has emerged unscathed in all the wreckage. Unlike last week, Overhaul and Shigaraki are already there waiting for you, the former looking about as grouchy as a mask can get and the latter looking pretty amused.

Off to the side in a booth of its own is the body as well as attendant kittybots; apparently it’s messy enough this time to require some clearance, but it’s still close enough for the admins to oversee.

This murder sure was something, even for your masterminds. Theorize and/or judge about who could have done such a thing and get a snack from your local kitty bots if you get hungry—the theme is italian today, with pizza, mozzarella sticks, stuffed meatballs and the like.

(( OOC: Welcome to your second trial! You'll have 7 hours (8PM EST/5PM PST) to find the killer and send them off their death, if you believe in justice at least. Since this is scapegoat style, finding the correct killer is not mandatory!

Please remember to vote before then unless you've spoken to a mod, as votes are our stand-in for AC. ))

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[butcherspice]

[Ok. The temptation to make a dick joke is extremely strong, but he's a bit serious.]

Well. That answers one question, so lemme give you another since you're bein' cooperative.

Did you rip Verg's heart outta his chest?

[conchy]

Keh-ahahaha!

[Forgive him for laughing or maybe don't? This is just too terribly amusing.]

I'll answer you honestly, Billy! I wouldn't dare sully my bare hands with such a filly thing! Ahaha!

[Aren't you glad you asked?]

gore & foul language cw I'm sorry I'm sorry

[butcherspice]

Just like y'wouldn't sully your hands jackin' off Chai's wound hole. Gotcha.

[He lightly tosses his crowbar into attack position.]

Now I ain't certain you off'd Verg, but I don't put it past ya to come across a corpse and take out the heart as a little souvenir and have a quick wank over the whole thing. Maybe even do it while puttin' on Haruka's single since you won't stop getting half-mast in front of him anyway.

So you're gonna need better proof than your own word. Or should I smash your balls until they stop workin' instead?

[gravitys]

I really feel like he'd be more likely to keep a recording of it as a souvenir than anything else if he did it.

[conceivesfrenzy]

Going through them would probably be a good idea just to make sure, right? [ looks at Lobelia and smiles. ] Do you mind~?

[gravitys]

Probably. [ A shrug. At least they'd check it... ]

[conchy]

[Oh, he was beginning to worry no one would ask! Lobelia makes a show of pulling his conches out of his pockets and presenting them for Alice's inspection.]

Not at all! Please, by all means, take your time!

[His conches, now totaling around forty, contain the crashing of waves... The squall of seagulls......... Haruka screaming and crying................. But none of them contain any Vergie noises. Hm!]

[gravitys]

[ ONCE AGAIN, POOR HARUKA... ]

[conceivesfrenzy]

[ forty conches............... someone else is going to have to go through all of them bc she gets through like three and gives up. ]

Seems clear enough to me!

[ ok. ]

[gravitys]

[ ...HE'LL FINISH ALICE'S WORK... ]

[divector]

[ He'll also help because he wants to hear how much Haruka is on there for popcorn purposes! ]

[dakicover]

[ he'll help out as well!

....


......... ]

I feel like we need to hire a bodyguard for poor Haruka.

[chosenwang]

[ wao ]

You would have liked to hear the sounds he made last night.

[plunges]

[ what the fuck ]

[idologue]

[ wat. ]

[dakicover]

[ he's so tired. ]

[townmusician]

[excuse me?]

[diabolizes]

[ Help ]

[conchy]

Eh? What sort of lovely cris de passion did he emit?!

[conchy]

[Oh dear! Is he in trouble? Well, he shouldn't have put it past Billy to go feral and jump immediately into such brazen accusations. Goodness...]

Oh là là! Comport yourself with élégance, Billy. You’re being a bit vulgar. If you're that desperate to find Monsieur Vergilius' heart, why don't you perform a search? That will serve you better than attempting to beat a false confession out of me.

[Billy wants to know the truth, doesn't he? Torturing Lobelia would put that in jeopardy.]

cw violence & foul language

[butcherspice]

[DON'T YOU GET FRENCH WITH ME MOTHERFUCKER]

And what if I wanna bash your fuckin' brains in anyway? You'd still deserve it.

[There's a menace to his words coated with pure rage and a slight touch of sadism. It'd be so easy to swing at Lobelia's skull and shut him up for good--

"Butcher. For fuck's sake, just...don't kill anyone this time. Please."

--but easy won't get the truth. And he did promise, begrudgingly, that violence wouldn't be his first solution to everything.]

...guess you're volunteerin' to be first cunt in line. Better hope no one sees or smells so much as a drip on you.

[dakicover]

[ mumbling to himself: ] At the rate this is going I'll be surprised if he lives past next week regardless of guilt.

[conchy]

Oh dear!

[Did Billy just call him a cunt? Lobelia covers his poor virgin ears!]

Considering how far I seem to have fallen out of favor here, you can count on me to volunteer without hesitation. I have a good name to clear, after all!

[butcherspice]

[Yes. And he'll probably do it again. Especially given that reaction, which Billy finds eyeroll-inducing.]

Think your name's fucked just by virtue of bein' yours.

[conchy]

You think so, hm? Heh! I think you may be correct.

[Still, given that Billy's backing down, Lobelia can't help throwing in another jab to keep that anger of his simmering.]

I'm surprised you haven't elected to smash me to pieces, chien enragé. You know you could get away with such a crime, don't you? No one would look down on you for it!