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guestronpa2015-10-24 03:01 pm
despairection) wrote in guestronpa2015-10-24 03:01 pm
THIRD TRIAL
[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.]
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.]
FINAL SMASH: SCHRODINGER'S RUBE
...But, hohoho, what’s this? Two people are going to get SMASHED? Well, hey, I’m not complaining! What a great time to show what happens when you decide to misvote!
Yomiel Schrodinger has been found guilty.
COMMENCING FINAL SMASH
[Chains clamps around both Yomiel and Clair’s necks, dragging them out of the courtroom. Clair goes further into the darkness, and Yomiel goes into… actually, no, you can’t see him at the start. You can’t see anything, in fact, until a spotlight shines down on the center of the stage… and he’s standing, at least, though his hands and legs have been tied. He… doesn’t really struggle, though he does look around a bit blearily… until another spotlight shines down.
Really, though, how many cosplay outfits does Monobear have? Monojowd steps aside to reveal a canvas and a desk with a painter’s pallet on it. He takes the pallet off the desk… and there’s some sort of clicking noise, which causes a box with a funnel on its top to drop down on the annoyed Yomiel. Monojowd then paints two words on the canvas: ALIVE in bright red and DEAD in bright blue.
The detective bear then flourishes the tip of his paintbrush to the other side of the stage, where another spotlight illuminates a breezy bear in a white coat doing a sweet dance move onto the stage. After he finishes dancing onto the stage, he sets a record onto a phonograph and prepares to play it, but is interrupted by another spotlight.
It’s Clair, who is both confused and angered by her surroundings. She immediately recognizes what’s going on and knows that she needs to save Yomiel. She begins running towards the pair of bears, only to step onto a large red button. She looks down with shock as some kind of unfitting music begins to play… eagle-eyed watchers will be able to see that there’s a shiny wire attached to the phonograph’s needle, which turns on a light switch and illuminates the stage.
Clair’s face turns to that of horror as she realizes that she’s set off the trap, and she prepares to take action...until suddenly, she finds herself gagged and bound by a Monobear in a giant wig and ridiculous outfit who seems to come out of nowhere. Forced to sit and watch, Clair screams as the trap begins to work.
The setup is… well… some sort of absurd contraption not unlike the one Yomiel used to kill Ashley, and it seems like turning on the light pulled a lever which drops a ball down into a gutter with a switch at the end. The switch activates a series of weights that open the valve to an enormous tank of water, which proceeds to rush through a spiral pipe that eventually forks at its end. The smaller fork leads to another pipe that empties out into a bucket that’s connected to the next leg of the Rube Goldberg machine.
The larger fork, of course, leads into the funnel that empties into the box containing Yomiel. It’s impossible to see what’s going on inside the box, of course, but that sure is a lot of water heading into that box… and so, water heads through both forks until the the tank is near empty. Water is beginning to pour out of the top of the metal box’s funnel… while the bucket seems to be almost weighted down fully.
Cabearnela raises a hand in query to Monojowd, who looks quizzically at ALIVE and DEAD, moves his paintbrush back and forth… and then shrugs, because it’s impossible to tell at this point.
So they both look back up at the Rube Goldberg machine, where the bucket pulls down on a pulley that sends a hammer up that knocks a bowling ball off a ledge. Said bowling ball rolls towards several catapults, each containing a sizable stone that looks a bit like a meteorite. Each meteorite is sent flying towards the box at enough speed that… well… they all go through one side of the box, but don’t quite go out the other…
Water begins leaking through the holes, and soon enough, it’s pretty obvious that it has something of a pink tint to it. Again, Cabearnela looks quizzically at Monojowd, who tries to peer into the holes… and then shrugs again.
Anyway, it seems like the Rube Goldberg contraption has reached its final leg, at which the bowling ball, now going at substantial speed, slams right into a pressure pad. This seems to both be affixed to two spotlights pointing up at a crane holding… a… yellow submarine? Uhhhh… well, anyway, the crane’s claw sloooowly opens to drop the submarine onto the box, crushing it and sending pinkish water all over the stage.
Cabearnela looks affronted that there are pink stains on his white coat, and he looks a bit angrily at Monojowd, who… shrugs and then crosses out ALIVE and underlines DEAD.
There’s a piercing scream, and they both turn their attention back to Clair, who makes loud noises through her gag, tears welling up in her eyes. It’s what prevents her from noticing what’s been going on behind the chair. A crane lowers behind her, with a makeshift gun duct taped to the inside of it. It’s the exact trap Yomiel used to kill Ashley.
The crane squeezes the gun, and two gears are shot out. One is shot right above Clair’s head, and the other hits her square in the back - in between her shoulder blades. With a gush of pink blood, Clair Tarasque slumps forward and is no more.
Monolance wanders away from Clair’s body, as both Cabearnela and Monojowd look at each other frantically, turning their heads to the canvas. What are they to do about this unexpected turn of events? Monolance ponders the situation for a second, and paints his own words onto the canvas: WHO CARES?
The lights fade, the spotlights go out… except for the one at the center of the stage, where a light blue and dark blue Monobear peeks out of the top of the submarine and throws a golden key into the courtroom. After that, the stage finally goes dark, and a voice rings out…]
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Hinawa turns away from the spectacle, sits down on the floor, and hugs her knees to her chest.]
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She's honestly a bit sick thinking about it.
The Lancer still hugs them after everything stops, before tearfully saying:]
L-let's go...
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[I miss how I used to think the world wasn't a cruel and horrible place...]
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[Shadow reaches out to touch her, but instead opts for something a little more personal. He was growing close to these people. People like Hinawa, who were pure, and didn't deserve any of this. His arms are short, but he still manages to wrap them all the way around her]
This is not your fault.
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None of them had to die...
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[She remembers how she said almost the exact same thing to Ashley just a few days ago. She meant it then- what kind of person would she be if she didn't take her own advice?]
...Okay. Yes. You're right. I can't give up yet. None of us can.
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[he's looking at you, Clair. LOOKING AT YOU THROUGH THE VEIL OF THE AFTER LIFE]
Come, let's get out of here.
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When the key flies out, he walks over with carefully measured steps and bends down to pick it up, then gives the darkened stage a glare that could peel paint. Tears are still running down his cheeks and he's gripping the key far too tightly, but he doesn't look scared. Angry, perhaps. Hurt, certainly. But mostly, he just looks disgusted.]
Let's go. We don't need to give him the satisfaction of shouting our frustrations here.
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[It feels so long ago now. Staring at the strange red and white balls in his hand, it's hard to believe it was only a month ago.
He's not sure how he can break the news to them, either.]
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They'd made it this far. They were anything but.
What fools these humans were]
Mm. Best of luck with that.
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[And he needs to find something to dry the tears with.]
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Then fear and horror. What's going to happen to her? She has to be okay, right? She might need a hug every once and a while, but she always turned out for the best. Right? Even as she's tied to the chair, even as the machine operates, there's still the hope that she'll get out. That Yomiel will save her or she'll save Yomiel or something. Anything.
The moment Clair's body slumps forward, all the emotion vanishes from Wiitney's face. The fear and confusion disappears. She just goes blank.
There's nothing left.]
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Turned out she was just as stupid as Yomiel]
Fools. The both of them.
[his words are harsh, but his tone isn't. There's no bite to them, no heart in what he says. Lip service and nothing more]