THIRD TRIAL

[despairection]

[Ashley Blair, the SHSL Witch-in-Training, is dead. She's had her life snuffed out, but how and why? It's a murder both mysterious and menacing.

Portraits of Betrayus and Ashley, depicted in monochrome coloring, stand at their podiums. But more importantly, the courtroom this time is an exact and functional replica of the Eggman Factory. If only for the evidence they'll never be able to move...

Will they be able to use this evidence to find the truth? Or will the culprit's confusing conundrum get the best of them?

10 students remain.]



[Let the class trial in the murder of Ashley Blair...begin.]

 

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[tsungeonsanddragons]

[She wasn't even going to let him finish. Wasn't even going to look at him. The second he let go, even if it was just to move himself, she sprung forward again. But before she knew it, she found herself against him; his lips locked up against hers. Her eyes were still open, wide in surprise. Too focused on Yomiel to even notice Neph hitting the bottom until she hears it.

By that time, she's already broken. She clings to Yomiel, breaking away from the kiss and burying her head in his neck.]

[theothersissel]

Hey, hey, it's...don't cry, okay?

[He sighs. He can't go back. There's no magic time-traveling powers that can make him reverse things and redo it all over again. What happened, happened.]

It'll be over soon.

[tsungeonsanddragons]

...

[She doesn't say anything. She can't say anything. Doesn't he get it? Everything being over soon is exactly what she's afraid of. Before coming here, she turn away friendships. Turned away getting close to people. She focused on improving herself and beating Lance. Becoming the best. Living up to her clan's name.

Now here, in this hellhole, she has friends. Friends who keep leaving her. Who keep dying. Opening her heart made life here tolerable, but she can't take it being broken over and over again. She thought she was strong. Powerful. A role model. Now? She's shown what she truly is: weak.

The tears do stop, though. She gets up without a word and just...stands there. Distant. Not really looking at anything. It's already over now.]