WEEK 5; TRIAL

[killerwaves]

TRIAL

Three dead, one vote. This might be a pit of a pickle, huh? Perhaps appropriately, the kittybots are serving pickles of all flavors today, along with food that might remind you of your childhood like ants on a log, gummy worm sundaes and adorable toast in sweet and savory profiles. To drink, are their best attempts at replicating the DD refreshers with a whole array of silly straws.

Off to the side in a booth of their own are the bodies as well as attendant kittybots (well two bodies and one arm); simply request which body you'd like to look at and the kitty bots will direct you appropriately, given the number of arms floating around. The kittybots continue to do their best.

(( OOC: Welcome to your third trial! You'll have 7 hours (8PM EST/5PM PST) to vote one (1) person guilty of murder. 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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[idologue]

[ Lacus didn't think Beelzebub did it. Even now, it didn't seem like something he would be doing. But this---

He may be carried away, but that doesn't mean she can't project her voice after him. ]

"I hope this is a place you can feel safe"?

How can you stand it, saying those words to me, before going out to murder the one dearest to my heart? How can you stand here and go 'I don't remember, I don't remember'? Do you ever get tired of feeling sorry for yourself?

[dupiety]

[Oh, that's fucking striking a nerve.]

Lacus.

[idologue]

[ She'll just look at him with those strangely empty eyes.

She's not going to apologize for anything. ]

[dupiety]

[...what the fuck?]

Absolutely none of that was necessary.

[idologue]

Zelkov's death wasn't necessary.

[chosenwang]

[ He's just going to walk over and put a hand on his shoulder ]

Come on.

[gluttoning]

[...

Good thing he's being taken away so nobody can see his face.]

[dakicover]

[ oh he's had it. ]

Lacus. Stop talking.

[idologue]

Or he'll eat me? Or... will you?

[butcherspice]

Oi. Lacus. We oughta cut out.

[He doesn't trust any of these people not to try and beat the shit out of her even if she's a girl.

Fuck, this is definitely how people must feel when they have to stop him, huh?]

1/2

[idologue]

[ And that's what cuts her out of it. One simple word: 'we'. 'We', said in a weighty voice.

She blinks and her eyes seem to have more shine in them again. She inhales deeply. ]

[idologue]

[ And without a further word she turns on her heels and leaves the trial room.

Though not before going to the corpse parts and taking the ring of Zelkov's finger. Which... yeah that is awkward. It takes effort. But this is how it's going right now.

And with that. BYE. ]

[dakicover]

I don't need to eat you, I would just need to silence you.

[idologue]

[ 'Beel can kill two people in a night, but I draw the line at someone being slightly mean to him,' is it?

It's only thanks to Billy that Lacus doesn't have a retort to this. ]

[microtransactions]

All right, that's enough.

[ do any of them need to be doing this right now. is this the time? ]

[plunges]

[ He looks over at Crea and looks ready to spring into action. ]

Do not.

cw crude language I'm sorry

[butcherspice]

[Billy glares at Crea at that, stepping in.]

I'd watch what you're threatenin', mate. People might start thinkin' you got a fetish for guttin' women if you ain't careful.

[It seems that Crea is backing off for now, though, so they're spared from a fight.]

She put up with all our shite these past couple weeks without sayin' a word. She's got a right to snap at someone.

[That's all he has to say before following Lacus out.]

[necrotiem]

[HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, that's the Crea she knows.]

[townmusician]

[Hah. Hahaha.]

Would you be on this same high horse if Zelkov had been the one out there, killing everyone? Would you even give a shit if it was someone else who died?

[idologue]

Did you? Did you care last week when we let a killer go free? Did it matter to you who among us killed and who didn't, as long as you got to keep those you hold dear?

[townmusician]

You really think I enjoy being here?

[He gestures at the crowd.]

I’ve made peace with losing Xiao. I already know I’ll probably have to say goodbye, and I’m not going to hold my breath that I’ll ever see him or any of the rest of you when I leave this place, but you know - that’s just what life is! It’s losing people over and over and over again.

If it was Xiao that was dead, I wouldn’t be acting like this. If Xiao was the one who had killed Zelkov, I’d want him held accountable even if I couldn’t be the one to do it myself.

[He takes a deep breath and lets it out.]

Do you really think everyone is that selfish? That everyone will prioritize their hurt and their love over everything and everyone else?

[idologue]

[ She's just going to look at him.

She doesn't even have words for this. This whole time, she's watched everyone here do exactly that. Skywarp is dead? Who cares, because we don't care for Skywarp. Someone killed him? Who cares, we can keep playing house together!

Justice, only when it suits them.

And now Beelzebub has ripped apart three people. And Lacus is the one accused of being selfish for being angry with him, after having bitten back her rage and hurt the whole time.

She doesn't have words for this.

All she has is immeasurable disappointment and even through the empty pupils, that much is very very clear. ]

[plunges]

[ He wasn't going to respond to anyone. He can't. He can't. He can't say a word. He has to keep it together –

and then Haruka opens his mouth. Like Billy, Xiao will also put himself between her and Haruka, but he's notably also looking at Crea, too, who is also going to be addressed shortly. ]

Stop.

[ His voice is painfully sharp. ]

Do not. Leave her. Leave her be.

[townmusician]

[So she just gets to get away with lashing out and everyone has to deal with it?

Haruka looks at Xiao for a moment, before taking a step back.]

Right. Fine. Whatever. I don’t care anymore.

[…]

I’m going back to my cabana.

[Kingfisher. Not Dodo, this time.]

If you want to talk later, fine.

[butcherspice]

[Oh shit. Billy's going to put his own burning rage to the side for a brief moment and move a bit closer to Lacus, not so subtly standing between her and certain other people.]