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[Entrance Exam] Final Exam
[ It's all happened very suddenly, but regardless, you're here now. The evidence has been examined and collected. You've now been ushered into the classroom to discuss the murder of the great detective himself, Sherlock Holmes. The traditional set up has been disturbed-- all the desks are now arranged in a perfect circle; one desk for each person that's participating in the program. There are nameplates for everyone, and they have been bolted to each of the desks, facing the inside of the circle...
...including the names of the ones who are no longer with you, the Prospect of Elucidating and the Prospect of Murder. Their chairs have been placed on top of their desks, signifying that they will not be needed. Above of their desks are holograms of their portraits from their profiles, grayed out and bloodstained.
At the front of the classroom, Vivienne sits anxiously behind the teacher's desk. The projector shows Sherlock's portrait, along with five other portraits that are listed under an auspicious header. ]
[ The physical evidence tray sits in the middle of the circle of desks; you all have the Evidence app on your tablets to access photo evidence. And although she appears reluctant, Vivienne gives some final instructions. ]
Your final test... is to find the culprit. Naturally... the person you find guilty will be... punished... so... make sure you look for an answer you're... confident in. An error in judgment would be... cruelly... fatal...
Examination START.
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Hey guys, what's up? What's all this about?
... Why do you all look so depressed? Did someone like, die?
[Said jokingly- he hasn't actually been paying much attention the last few days.]
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Yes, someone did die.
Where were you last night between 10pm and 3am?
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Question: what's the basis for the choice of suspects?
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[ And he's only able to use his left wing in killing. ]
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[A weak thumbs up.]
But I believe in you now so, I'm not gonna let anyone try to pin this on you.
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Y-yeah! Who even came up with this?!
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Punished? What do you mean by punished?
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[ There. Let's get this started. As a note: the usual lack of inflection seems kind of strained. ]
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PING MOD
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I feel sick. This is...so messed up. I don't want to have to be responsible for...
[a small grunt of frustration as she pulls out a bunch of note cards with evidence, clues, and theories written on them. She makes a new one for each subject and arranges them in front of her.]
No room for mistakes. Let's all be civil and look at this logically, as much as we might not want to....
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I looked around the cafeteria and kitchen area - there's a couple of photos on the tablet, but to summarise: I found two teacups on one of the tables, with a strong smell of NyQuil about them. When I checked in the kitchen, there was a knife missing from one of the knife blocks in the food prep area.
Did anyone find it elsewhere in the building?
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So, obviously, our man, Sherlock, drank the NyQuil. If he was really Sherlock Holmes, he had an opiate addiction. NyQuil can come pretty close to simulating that feeling.
The question is, who was with him last night? A friend, or the killer?
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mod-chans~
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[She says, having Sherlock and a giant pigeon for desk neighbors. But something seems even more surprising.]
And it looks like I'm not a suspect this time. Wow...
[Anyway]
So, I found some evidence in the gym when I was helping Hollyleaf open some trashcans. [Important stuff] And I found... a knife, and a towel. the towel had a cut in it, like someone was trying to clean the knife, maybe.
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[ ARE YOU PART OF A CULT, MAYA!!!!??? THE PUBLIC NEEDS TO KNOW.
and-- ]
Oh. Hang on. [ He's looking at the photos. ] We're probably safe in assuming that knife came from the knife block in the kitchen, don't you think?
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MOD PING
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Not saying you're automatically a murderer, but trying to get a sense of, you know, what place Sherlock was in last night.
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KNIFE EXPERIMENT
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Last night, Sherlock Holmes was drinking tea with his killer... because he had agreed to let his killer kill him!
Crazy? I agree. Allow me to explain.
Last night must have been Sherlock's best night here. He drank some purple drank-- aka tea with NyQuil, which is the most British way to get high that i can think of. He smoked his pipe. A lot.
Do you know how long it takes to smoke a pipe? A long time my friend. It's longer than a cigarette, that's for sure.
And look at how he was found: no immediate sign of blood, looking like he was resting... Someone was trying to be nice with their murder.
And why wouldn't Holmes agree to be murdered? He's probably died tons of times, because he's a Servant. Aka, you summon him, he fights, he uses up his mana or whatever, and he goes back to where he came from.
Boom.
We're looking at a murder... with a willing victim.
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And it had to be someone who wasn't used to murder.
[and that. is where his eyes turn to Mishima.]
Hey, kid. I know we didn't get off on the right foot.
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IF AN ADULT TELLS YOU TO MURDER, THEY'RE AN ASSHOLE. DON'T LISTEN TO THEM.
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Beating up Mishima time is over. Plan time is starting.
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What happens if no one votes? Would we all "fail" the exam and be killed too?
And...If we've determined that the culprit is Sherlock Holmes, who committed some sort of assisted suicide, can we not vote for him? Why does it have to be one of the five people you named? Just because he's not alive, do we have to punish Mishima?
One of our friends is dead! Isn't that enough for you? Put the bad memories back if you have to, but these rules...they're not fair.
A Final Call For Votes
...you've discussed the case... learned the truth... Now it's time for you to cast your votes. You will now be able to use your tablet to vote. The five suspects have been programmed in. Vote... as you see fit.
[There's a nervous energy about her when she smiles. She's trying to be comforting, when she doesn't know exactly how to do that.]
Don't worry. You can cast your votes without fear. I promise... I will take responsibility for this.
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Execution(?): With My Last Breath (CW strangulation)
[A series of gentle beeps start going off as the votes are tallied. The progress bar slowly fills as it collects the data. 15% complete... 62% complete... Vivienne begins typing, as the bar continues to rise. She works quickly, battling the speed of the computer.
With a final click, the bar stops at 99% and stays frozen there for a very long, very unnatural moment.
And then it begins counting backwards steadily as if possessed. The layout colors change and suddenly it's re-counting. This time, it takes practically no time at all for it to collect the data. Upon completion, it beeps and everyone's tablets light up. White words fill up a red background. The message is simple. It says...
The results are in.
After a few seconds, the results show. And it is not any of the suspects. But that of the familiar image from Vivienne's profile. If there was any doubt about the full authenticity of what it was saying, underneath, both her name and title appear with it.
Vivienne Gallivan. The Administrator
When the words change again, it comes with an ominous feeling.
Preparing execution...
What follows is-- to many, probably very unpleasant. The lights flicker-- but when they come back on... Vivienne is gone. But you don't have to wonder where she is for very long. The projector hums to life and a live video feed from the Faculty Office plays. Unfortunately, Vivienne is not alone. Who has come to "greet" her though, is not likely a big surprise. Oswald. Try and get out of the classroom though and you'll realize that you've all been locked in for the time being. There's nothing to do but watch and listen.]
Tsk, tsk... I warned you. But maybe it's better this way. Still... it's a shame. You were smart. Unfortunately, we can't have someone like you doing whatever you like. There are consequences for things like that.
[He grabs her by the neck and smiles.]
Don't worry. I'll take good care of your work while you're gone. Say hello to the others for me, okay?
[She struggles, but ultimately it only makes it harder to breathe. Despite the awful gasps she makes, it's over relatively quickly. With one hand, he collapses her throat and she falls to the floor, completely motionless in a heap. Stretching his fingers out he takes a moment-- before turning his head to the camera and smiling.]
...fear not. I haven't forgotten about all of you. I'll deal with you next.
[...and on that note, the projector powers down.]
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[ oh fuck oh fuck what did he do HE VOTED FOR HIMSELF WHY ARE THINGS TURNING OUT LIKE THIS ]
Re: Execution(?): With My Last Breath (CW strangulation)
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(FULL LIFE) CONSEQUENCES 1/2
It's just standing behind him, though. Even so, it's not the sort of thing that inspires rebellion. Even without knowing anything about it-- some of you have gotten to know Vivienne decently well. And if this thing is a product of her work then you may be up against something not only intelligent but powerful and formidable.]
Hello Prospects! I apologize for the delay. Now. There's just the final matter of the results of your hard work. Your votes will be tallied and the appropriate punishment will be dealt.
Then, afterwards, you will all be free to celebrate a job well done. And just like that, your entrance exam will be over! It's been a wild ride, hasn't it? We've all learned a few things that will help us improve for the upcoming classes that will study here. Most importantly-- if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.
Yuuki Mishima. You have been correctly identified and voted as the murderer responsible for your fellow Prospect's death. Do you have any final words you'd like to share?
[However-- before there's any opportunity for that...]
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The memory of his father's death, the death he'd seen only on the television, flashes vivid and powerful through his mind. In spite of that, he manages to reach Oswald after pushing the damn robot back. Those muscles, it seems, aren't just for show, because the robot actually gets pushed back pretty far. Before Oswald can even react, Gladio's hand is around his throat, slamming him against the nearest wall.
Oswald curses, flailing in the Shield's grip, and then Gladio pulls his free hand back. It curls into a fist, and Gladio sinks it into that smug face. He drops Oswald, because the robot's up and at it again, pinning Gladio to its chest with too-strong hands. Gladio fights to get out of the grip, but the robot doesn't budge an inch. ]
Get the hell off--!
[ Oswald's nose is bloody, completely wrecked, and he's cursing up a storm under his breath. He fixes Gladio with a glare that could murder, and says in little more than a hiss-- ]
You're lucky she gave you permission. Stand down.
[ Gladio's freed, but the robot delivers a strong punch to his stomach, one not meant to break bones, but one that's strong enough to leave just enough damage. Ouch. ]
...I'm done with you all. [ He turns to the robot with a sneer on his face. ] Get rid of him and grab the culprit. Take him to the Gymnasium.
[ Before anyone else gets any bright ideas, Oswald leaves, apparently confident that the robot will be able to accomplish all that on his own. ]
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