[Entrance Exam] Final Exam

[lockdownmods]

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. ]



Victim.






Suspects.



[ 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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(FULL LIFE) CONSEQUENCES 1/2

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[You're all forced to sit and wait for a few minutes. Now that the video footage is gone, it's impossible to know what Oswald is doing. Perhaps he's busy cleaning up the body. Or maybe he's planning something awful. It's a few minutes before you'll have any room to guess. But the answer is pretty clear the moment he walks through the door. Oswald is accompanied by a large humanoid robot-- nearly a foot taller than him and broader. It's made with black body plates over the metal frame to give the real illusion of a realistic human shape.

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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[unswaying]

[ … Before there's any opportunity for that, Gladio rushes forward. There's only one thing on his mind. Maybe it's stupid—no, it's definitely stupid, and if he lives long enough to make it home Ignis and Prompto and Noctis won't ever let him hear the end of it. But if he succeeds, it won't matter. He'll have done something to protect people, just like Noct would want him to do.

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. ]

[tiehard]

[so of course, Jake throws a desk at the robot.]

[starswink]

[Yoosung and Henry were holding theirs, so this might as well? Happen?]

Ready!?

[curseoclock]

Ready!

[One, two, and...!]

[starswink]

Take this!!

[FLING!!!]

[buriedearth]

[ Like hell Terra's going to let the robot get rid or near anyone else if he can help it. He's grabbing a desk and hurling it real fast as he can at the damn robot as well.

And should he have the chance, trying to see if he can get over to Gladio to check on him real quick. ]

[papernote]

[ It's finally time and Hanamaru is just going to hurl her tablet at the robot. ]

This is the power of the future, zura!!

[itwasfeyt]

[Maya was not expecting a robot. She wasn't prepared for this possibility.

She panics and hurls the knife right at it.]

[covertizer]

[supportrole]

[ Oh god. This is it, isn't it. There's no way he's going to--

Mishima quickly reaches out while he has the chance and grabs Akira's sleeve to get his attention. ]

Kurusu-- When you get home, tell my mom I'm sorry, okay?

[covertizer]

[ He is just fucking... trying to usher Mishima behind a desk. ]

We're not going to make this easy for it.

[ And then he leans over and grips Mishima's hand tightly, once. ]

But I will. If this turns out badly, I will.