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Post by Mother on Mar 15, 2015 16:00:24 GMT -5
"Wood involves several things, but wax... Was the trigger the only waxy part?" "That's what it sounds like..." Alice answered. "Why?" help
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Post by Loops of Flute on Mar 15, 2015 16:05:15 GMT -5
"Wood involves several things, but wax... Was the trigger the only waxy part?" "That's what it sounds like..." Alice answered. "Why?" help "I-I'm not quite sure actually, it just seems to be the most specific course."
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Post by dioshi on Mar 15, 2015 16:19:58 GMT -5
ii was gonna say "tHE DETERGENT DID IT DAREEN DID IT" but he ded (intense shrugging noises) it was Juno
(juno voice) h-how dare you! (weeps)
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Post by Mother on Mar 15, 2015 16:32:33 GMT -5
"That's what it sounds like..." Alice answered. "Why?" help "I-I'm not quite sure actually, it just seems to be the most specific course." "Hm..." Alice wasn't feeling it today. She never signed up for this. She didn't want to be a detective. She didn't want... "I suppose so." She rested her head in her hand, thinking. Don't get attached to anyone. But isn't that what's important in life? FOCUS, Alice. Someone died, she continued to remind herself. You need to find out who did this. Or else you will die. Or else your friends will die. But what if one of your friends is the murderer? What then? Didn't she already experience that in the last trial? It didn't really seem to... do... but... "If we're going to look at that, I suppose we could question whether the wax was purposeful or just something that the murderer would have on their hands as a usual sort of..." she made a gesture with her hands, at a loss for words. "Usual... thing... that would change things."
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Post by Mother on Mar 15, 2015 16:33:54 GMT -5
The issue is that even with the evidence, it seemed like nothing was definite.
Who smells like wood, of all things? How do they get the GUN to smell like wood? What does wood even smell like?
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Post by dioshi on Mar 15, 2015 16:41:11 GMT -5
The issue is that even with the evidence, it seemed like nothing was definite. Who smells like wood, of all things? How do they get the GUN to smell like wood? What does wood even smell like?(jaeger voice) wood smells like wood of course whatr u talkin abt
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Post by Mother on Mar 15, 2015 16:44:41 GMT -5
The issue is that even with the evidence, it seemed like nothing was definite. Who smells like wood, of all things? How do they get the GUN to smell like wood? What does wood even smell like?(jaeger voice) wood smells like wood of course whatr u talkin abt (amy voice) yur not helpin sonny
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I'm kinda gonna miss this place for no reason...
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Post by SHSL Mule on Mar 15, 2015 18:55:17 GMT -5
I literally new Koto was gonna be next.
I should have put money on it!
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I vote Misoka or Rika
Rika makes most sense tho
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Post by Mother on Mar 15, 2015 19:21:56 GMT -5
After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Alice spoke up once again.
"Do pianists or clarinetists use wax for instrumental care?"
Must be indirect... don't... don't actually say the names......
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Post by Misoka Magica on Mar 15, 2015 19:32:24 GMT -5
Missy was paler than she had ever been in any of the previous trials. She felt sick; oh, god, she felt so sick. Koto. No. No, why did it have to be Koto? Koto, dear, sweet Koto, the third friend she had made on this godforsaken torture ship. Koto, who had had such an adorable smile as he put on his puppet show. Who was passionate about something so adorable? Oh, god, no. Oh, god, no, why him?
What were they saying? She had killed him? Ha! That was a joke. A joke! She had killed him... That was insane. That was impossible. He was her friend! One of her only friends...
Suddenly, it dawned on her. If she had done it, she would die. She wouldn't have to suffer anymore. She could be executed and forget all about this awful murdership. Maybe... maybe, if they were right about the afterlife, she could see her friends again. How lovely would that be? God, that would be a dream. A dream...!
Looking up darkly, Missy cast her eyes around the circle, shaking slightly from what she was about to do.
Her eyes landed on Paris.
And she stopped dead.
If she said she had killed the puppetmaster, Paris would die. That couldn't happen. In no way could that happen. Paris had to survive. They HAD to, for the love and mercy of all that is sacred, for all that is good in the world, Paris HAD to live.
"I didn't do it." Missy's voice was raspy and scared, even shaking slightly. "Koto was one of my only friends... One of t-two left..." Fighting back tears, she clutched desperately to the podium, hoping they wouldn't fall. She couldn't look weak. This was a murder trial, and no one knew what they would find. "B-but we have to find who did." Looking up, eyes full of wrath, the youthful clockmaker cast her eyes again around the circle. Voice catching in her throat, she said, "Th-the bastard who killed him has to pay."
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Post by ハッピーエンド on Mar 15, 2015 19:38:51 GMT -5
Missy was paler than she had ever been in any of the previous trials. She felt sick; oh, god, she felt so sick. Koto. No. No, why did it have to be Koto? Koto, dear, sweet Koto, the third friend she had made on this godforsaken torture ship. Koto, who had had such an adorable smile as he put on his puppet show. Who was passionate about something so adorable? Oh, god, no. Oh, god, no, why him? What were they saying? She had killed him? Ha! That was a joke. A joke! She had killed him... That was insane. That was impossible. He was her friend! One of her only friends... Suddenly, it dawned on her. If she had done it, she would die. She wouldn't have to suffer anymore. She could be executed and forget all about this awful murdership. Maybe... maybe, if they were right about the afterlife, she could see her friends again. How lovely would that be? God, that would be a dream. A dream...! Looking up darkly, Missy cast her eyes around the circle, shaking slightly from what she was about to do. Her eyes landed on Paris. And she stopped dead. If she said she had killed the puppetmaster, Paris would die. That couldn't happen. In no way could that happen. Paris had to survive. They HAD to, for the love and mercy of all that is sacred, for all that is good in the world, Paris HAD to live. "I didn't do it." Missy's voice was raspy and scared, even shaking slightly. "Koto was one of my only friends... One of t-two left..." Fighting back tears, she clutched desperately to the podium, hoping they wouldn't fall. She couldn't look weak. This was a murder trial, and no one knew what they would find. "B-but we have to find who did." Looking up, eyes full of wrath, the youthful clockmaker cast her eyes again around the circle. Voice catching in her throat, she said, "Th-the bastard who killed him has to pay." " Missy? Do you work with wood to make your clocks?" I'm randomly pointing at people plz don't hurt me.
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Post by Mother on Mar 15, 2015 19:39:51 GMT -5
Alice mentally crossed Missy off of the list.
"You're right, Missy," she spoke more gently. No need to be so methodical about all of this... don't forget who you are.
"Whomever did this knew what was coming to them... It's hard to believe that you would kill one of your friends. We've seen in the past, people didn't kill anyone who was close to them... so with that..."
She sat up straight and looked around the room.
"Forgive me for thinking out loud... but..." what are you doing. Do you have no sense of loyalty? Who are you to so quickly point fingers at the people you - don't you care about any of them?
She swallowed. "Rika? Maybe? I feel like I'm missing something though. Something obvious."
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Post by jadedmelody on Mar 15, 2015 19:48:21 GMT -5
"My apologies for the blame Missy, a-anyways getting back on track, since we can say the clockmaker didn't do it, we might as well focus on the people who can play instruments, because certainly there must be special waxes and the smell of wood is very likely to be on an instrument, especially one that was hanging out in a storage room full of, if i'm correct, wooden crates." Aisu spoke up again, hoping to get somewhere.
(jumps in again, gomen i was busy for a little bit)
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Post by Misoka Magica on Mar 15, 2015 19:51:49 GMT -5
Did she work with wood in any of her clocks? Missy coughed softly, formulating her answer. "Y-yes, recently I have been working with wood for a large clock, using broken drums from the storage room. In fact, I was using one of K-Ko..." She couldn't bring herself to say his name. "The v-victim's carving tools to help me shape them into gears. However, I don't use wax. If anything, I would use oil to grease up the gears. Wax would make them stick." She looked down quietly, thinking. "On top of that, I don't think I'm quite strong enough to bash in someone's skull with a gun. My expertise is in small things and knowledge of clocks."
She turned her eyes to Alice's. Rika. Rika? Missy thought about it for a second, then reflected on the Class Roster on the Student ID pad. "Clarinets are, of course, traditionally made of wood. Does anyone know if clarinets have wax, though? That's another question. I think that access to wax is an important consideration, seeing as the gun was coated in some wax..." Missy took a deep breath and thought harder. "Amai, the candy maker, would probably have access to wax for molds and such, but... I seem to remember... weren't the two of them close?"
Shifting uncomfortably, she thought harder. "Let's think about the gun. Obviously, it was used by someone who didn't know guns very well... Or, I'm assuming. If you knew anything about guns, you would know that the shot probably would've killed K-Ko... the victim the first time. However, the murderer also tried to bash hi--the victim's head in after shooting hi--the victim."
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Post by Mother on Mar 15, 2015 20:01:49 GMT -5
Did she work with wood in any of her clocks? Missy coughed softly, formulating her answer. "Y-yes, recently I have been working with wood for a large clock, using broken drums from the storage room. In fact, I was using one of K-Ko..." She couldn't bring herself to say his name. "The v-victim's carving tools to help me shape them into gears. However, I don't use wax. If anything, I would use oil to grease up the gears. Wax would make them stick." She looked down quietly, thinking. "On top of that, I don't think I'm quite strong enough to bash in someone's skull with a gun. My expertise is in small things and knowledge of clocks." She turned her eyes to Alice's. Rika. Rika? Missy thought about it for a second, then reflected on the Class Roster on the Student ID pad. "Clarinets are, of course, traditionally made of wood. Does anyone know if clarinets have wax, though? That's another question. I think that access to wax is an important consideration, seeing as the gun was coated in some wax..." Missy took a deep breath and thought harder. "Amai, the candy maker, would probably have access to wax for molds and such, but... I seem to remember... weren't the two of them close?" Shifting uncomfortably, she thought harder. "Let's think about the gun. Obviously, it was used by someone who didn't know guns very well... Or, I'm assuming. If you knew anything about guns, you would know that the shot probably would've killed K-Ko... the victim the first time. However, the murderer also tried to bash hi--the victim's head in after shooting hi--the victim." Alice gave Missy a sad grin, which soon turned back into a rather solemn and outcast expression. "You raise a good point! Although the bashing of the head could also have been a decision made in the heat of the moment. I would imagine if the murderer had finally worked up the... er... guts? To kill - " using names made it too personal. Using names made it hurt too much. "- him... then I could see them possibly getting carried away. But it could also be because they didn't know if the gun did the job. And, about Amai... that would explain the wax, but not really the wooden smell. Perhaps the wood smell was... from Koto? He does carry puppets around after all...Just throwing that idea out there." Could... Koto have had the gun before the murderer came in?
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