#;trial

}”All Prisoners, report to the central area of the first floor immediately.”{

 The compound was finally feeling like it’s typical temperature by the time the investigation was over. Those who wondered what would happen to the crime scene, found much of it already cleaned. The turrets above made quick work melting away the glass and blood, and two omnics had already loaded the body (In a body bag) onto a hovering Gurney. Only the blanket remained as a reminder on what happened here.

Oh, that poor man.  Poor Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu. You had to find justice for him.Or you’ll be next.

Symmetra, again made a headcount, satisfied all were present this time, and quickly directed everyone through the activated portal. 

 The Trial roomed looked much the same, with the only exception being two new, holographic portraits over their respective podiums. Tex’s (Oh, yes, How long since anyone thought of her?), and the victim’s. Unceremoniously Symmetra took her place.

“I hope you do not need me to remind you of the rules. Debate among yourselves, find the culprit so they alone will suffer the punishment of their crime, Or fail, and all except them will perish.”

“Now. Begin.”

It’s time for a trial! Using what you know, ask each other and debate to figure out the killer! The key word is “together”, remember to work together. two heads are better then one.

Since It seemed to go a lot better, The Trial will take place on discord this time along. You can still post reactions on tumblr!

You may ask Symmetra anything about the case or evidence, though how or what she answers varies.

Symmetra will occasionally share evidence or insight to help aid the case along. She doesn’t want you all to fail, after all. She’ll also never lie to you about evidence.

Symmetra will not confirm alibis unless she is directly involved.

Don’t make assumptions, only things confirmed by Symmetra has said are completely true

Don’t overthink it. I’m not nearly as clever as you think I am. If it looks like a duck and acts like a duck, it’s probably a duck.

}”All Prisoners, report to the central area of the first floor immediately.”{

 With that message relayed, you all knew that your time was up. One by one, you filed into the room (One less in your ranks), apprehension in the air of what awaits you. Who could have killed Eikichi Mishina? Who among you was a murderer? 

  Symmetra met you there, a new, circular light shimmering behind her in the very center of the room. Making silent headcount, she begins to speak once the final member arrives.

“Follow me, I shall guide you to the trial room.” 

  She unceremoniously steps through the light, a flash and she was gone. Confusion, but no one daring to question, follow not far behind. On the Other side of the light, they were met with a large circular room, 24 podiums in total. On each was a name for it’s owner, and at the one designated the victim’s, a holographic portrait shimmering in the air. 

The most notable thing of the room, was the large door, securely locked behind the warden at the end of the podium semicircle, who gazed at you all with disdain. 

“I see you are all present. Allow me to explain the rules of this trial. Using what evidence you have discovered, you must question and discuss among yourselves the culprit.”

“You may ask me questions pertaining to the case, which I will answer at my own discretion. I will not solve this case for you, I will not guide you more then necessary.”

“Now then, Let’s begin.”

Victim ;; Hideki Ryuga Time: 7:02 pm Location of death ;; Theater Date ;; 1/27

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Three different sets of tracks in the dust. Two arrive together from the right and a set of barefoot tracks come from the left of the stage.

The victim is strung up from his throat in the stage's center, hanging firmly by the catwalk above. There is another rope laid beneath him, though it's unknown what it is there for.

There is bruising on the victim's throat area, though no other wounds among his body.

Victim ;; Mikleo Time: 22:32 (10:32 pm) Location of death ;; MB’s Grocery Date ;; 2/12

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'Kyungsoo, I'm quite proud.

You did such a good job with your last trial. I was pleasantly surprised. It would’ve been funnier if you’d vomited in public though. Or on someone. Damn, I wish that’d happened.

Anyway. Your second trial’s a little easier. At least you won’t have to talk to anyone for very long. Get someone to beat you up, Kyungsoo. Really piss them off. Preferrably someone who’s, say, twice your size. That just makes things more interesting.

The worse they beat you up, the better. Remember that.

Good luck!’

Kyungsoo laughed. It was loud and bitter, and very surprising, he’d never heard such a noise come out of his own mouth before. Proud? The notorious Origami Killer was proud of him? Bizarre, he thought.

It was late afternoon already, and the wide-eyed boy knew exactly where to find a man who fit the bill. Twice his size with a swollen gut bigger than Kyungsoo’s torso, thanks to the copious amount of cheap booze and fast food avaliable to him at all hours. He’d seen the man express anger with the aid of his fists plenty of times. It was even more brutal when he was drunk, sloppy punches and no second thoughts, or even any hesitation at all. Kyungsoo had had many close calls over the years; the guy disliked him for many reasons, not that Kyungsoo could blame him, he rather disliked himself too.

His legs carried him down to the bridge, even with his thoughts elsewhere it seemed he was stuck on autopilot. The journey from the Doctor’s house down to the river was one he made almost every month. Every street name and every twist and turn was embedded in his mind, like a permanent map.

As predicted, sat on a bench with a beer can gripped in hand, was the man Kyungsoo had in mind. He wasn’t scared. Physical pain was easier to face than a fear that made his head spin and stomach lurch. It was easier to heal, and pain tended to be easily forgotten too. Phobias however were always there. Always at the back of his mind, gnawing away until it consumed him completely. The hardest part of what he was about to do, was talking to the guy.

He stopped about a metre away, sleeves pulled over his hands, fingers fisting the material. “Isn’t it a little early to be getting drunk?” His voice came out nothing more than a timid squeak, but it caught the man’s attention nevertheless.

"The reason you drink so much….is to drown your troubles right? Maybe you think you’re a failure, being homeless and unemployed, unable to support the family that left you. They’ve probably moved on now. I would've." The truth hurts, hell it hurt Kyungsoo too. Kicking a man when he was already down. But he had to save Yongsook. He had to do things he didn't want to do, things he wouldn't even consider under normal circumstances. 

The beer can rolled away as the man rose from his seat, empty hand clenched into a tight fist. He pulled back his arm and Kyungsoo closed his eyes. The man wreaked of stale cigarettes and beer, the two scents mixing together to make the most unpleasant of smells. If the guy didn't kill Kyungsoo, the smell surely would. 

Sloppy punches and slurred profanities were thrown his way over and over again, until Kyungsoo felt himself drop to the ground. He bit down on his tongue, stifling pained groans. A metallic taste filled his mouth, making him wonder if it had been his own doing, or the punches of the angry drunk man currently kneeling on his chest. His whole body felt warm and his mind started to go blurry, like monochrome static on an old Television. 

Kyungsoo hated crying. He hated the headache that followed. He hated the fact he could be so over-whelmed by something, enough to shed tears, yet be unable to smile without it feeling wrong. But this time, crying felt like the only suitable thing to do. Scream and someone would come running, they'd stop the man from beating him up, but sentence Yongsook to death. Fighting back wasn't an option, not that he could even if he tried. 

"Is this a new method Doctor? I don't want to do it. I can't do it. We're not there yet? You said so yourself, right?" Kyungsoo's voice echoed through the empty house. He'd never liked the place. It was too empty. Granted Doctor Kim didn't spend too many nights at home, what with working at the hospital and such. The furniture still looked brand new and the walls were pristine white. Yongsook didn't have any kids nor was he married, there were no hand marks on the walls, sticky finger prints or crayon drawings.

But he had Kyungsoo.

Yongsook had always understood, unlike his parents. The man had tried his best to make them see Kyungsoo wasn't just an Aspie. He was a kid too, a person. His disorder was all they saw though. 

"Yongsook hyung?"

"This....it's not funny. Is it? If it is, I don't understand." Kyungsoo roamed the seemingly empty house, fighting the urge to stick his thumb between his lips and nibble diligently on the already sore skin. The Doctor had always scolded him for doing that, as soon as Kyungsoo set foot in his house, the older man had stuck gloves on his hands. "I don't like this, hyung. I don't like it." His voice rose an octave and his eyes burned with the effort it took not to cry.

The origami dog, unfolded and already creased from Kyungsoo's constant fidgeting, now lay on the wooden floor. It wasn't a new method the doctor was trying out. It was real. Yongsook had been taken by the infamous bastard everybody feared, and he'd been hurt. The wide eyed boy couldn't even begin to understand why somebody would do this. How damaged, how incredibly cruel did a man have to be, to even be capable of such things? "I can't do this. I don't know how."

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Coex Mall, an hour later. 

Kyungsoo stood in the entrance, frozen to the spot. People pushed passed him, gave him wary glances as if to confirm the fact he just didn't belong there. His gaze landed on a family, a young child tugging on it’s mother’s sleeve, whining until she gave the child her full attention. The family wandered into a small toy store, Kyungsoo followed, his steps clumsy and out of time. 

Adults were judgmental and quick to think the absolute worst of a person. Children were brutally honest but they also tended to give the benefit of the doubt to strangers. Maybe kids were his best bet? Kyungsoo ran his fingers over a plastic robot toy, though his attention was else where. The kid wandered around the store as it’s parents indulged in gossip with an elderly woman behind the counter. The young boy stopped to stare curiously at a large remote controlled car,

Kyungsoo edged closer and hunched over, lowering himself to the child’s level.

“Do you like cars?”

The boy nodded shyly, “When I grow up I want to drive one like Appa. It’s really big and loud.”

“Is that so? What about this? You don’t like this one?” Kyungsoo picked up a smaller red car, the type you pulled back and then released to watch it go flying across the floor.

“That’s a girl car.”

He furrowed his eyebrows “Cars….don’t have a gender, don’t be silly.”

“You’re silly.”

“Actually no, and by saying that you’re just proving my—”

The child was suddenly yanked away by a pair of strong arms, startling both of them. “What have I told you about talking to…” the woman shot Kyungsoo a look that made his stomach clench. A mixture of disgust and disapproval. “….to strangers.”

Kyungsoo quickly rose to his feet, clumsily knocking a shelf with his elbow and causing a shower of hot-wheels cars to rain down on them. From across the store the elderly woman shouted at him. Ordering him to pick them all up and pay for any damages, lest she call security to remove him from the building.A sour taste filled his mouth as his stomach churned and his heart rate soared. He was going to vomit. 

Turning on his heel, Kyungsoo made a run for it, almost tripping over his own feet as he passed other customers. He didn’t stop running until he reached one of the many bathrooms, charging inside to occupy one of the free stalls. It was all he could do not to burst into tears, and his eyes stung with the effort, only adding to the need to cry. He doubled over and tightly clutched himself as the tang of acid filled his throat, burning his insides as the contents of his stomach moved in reverse. Warm tears soaked his cheeks while he stood hunched over the toilet bowl, waiting for the world to stop spinning.