
In the morning, the town comes back to life. Birds crow overhead, a snake nearby hisses, a lingering coyote dips behind a shop before disappearing into the wild. It's a frightening contrast to the stillness of yesterday but it doesn't mean it's over yet. After all, today is the trial.
The Sheriff stands on the porch of the Town Hall and brings his hand up to his mouth to let out a whistle. He'll thumb back to the Hall behind him and very clearly state --
"Trial time, folks. Get in here and figure out who did it."
And then he'll turn to leave before pausing and adding on,
"Bring a snack or somethin' too.
The Town Hall is set up more like a court house, a Judge's bench at the front but instead of at center, it's off to the side as if more for observation than participation. There's a table at the front of the room already holding a small box and a pad of papers and pen, for voting apparently. A side room containing only a metal gurney is next and today it's obvious why there's a gurney there at all with the corpse, resting right on top of it. Aside from that, there are rows for everyone to take a seat and it's only after everyone is inside and settled, that the doors close and the Sheriff speaks.
"Well, have at it. You've got till nine."
And then, he points to a clock on the wall that reads 12:00. Good luck.
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[Lurking is supposed to be his thing this is rude.]
Yesterday.
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What did you do yesterday, Eliot? When you got that injury.
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You're going somewhere with this. Pretty sure it's the doc who's supposed to be asking the questions.
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[ And now he's going to get really creepy. ]
Your reek of guilt. Current guilt. I can see it. I can see you. Did you kill Felix's wife? Did you kill Chane?
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Seriously, man, you got any idea how you're sounding right now?
[Hint, it's pretty damn crazy.]
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Do you? You're not answering the question, Eliot. You have her blood on your hands and you might as well say it out loud so Felix can take what he's owed.
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If you don't want to say it, that's on you. But I know what's real and you beat her head it with a shovel, when she was too much for you to take with your own hands.
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Seems to me like you think you got it all figured out already. Doesn't seem to be much of a point to me confirming or denying.
[Which he still hasn't done.]
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I always know, Eliot.
[ But right -- ]
Felix, he killed your wife. What's to be done about that?
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Found you.
[ Within a matter of seconds he uses the tool to break every major bone in Eliot's body. His swings are monstrously fast and relentless, breaking the man's knees, hips, ribs and all the way to the arms and shoulders.
Before Eliot can even hit the ground, Claire ends his barrage by driving the shovel through the man's stomach, impaling him as it goes further through the wooden wall behind him. His head is left untouched, however, as Claire wants him to bleed out while feeling the pain in every inch of his body.
Well, that escalated quickly. ]
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Yeah, needless to say, Eliot Spencer is fucking dead.]
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[ SCREAMS
at the absolute top of her lungs, trying to get back even though she isn't close and stumbling ]
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WHAT THE FUCK ]
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[immediately leaps back, out of the way of any potential blood spray, her hand darting for the sword at her side]
[she doesn't draw it, but boy is she on guard now]
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noct's wincing and looking away but he'll play shield to anyone who needs one because goddamn. what the fuck.]
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I'm... going to guess that Felix just killed Mr. Spencer?
[??????]
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But he looks pretty satisfied! His eyes are a little glassy and he's looking off to the side but, you know. Sober(???). He does mumble one thing though as the whole viscera shower descends. ]
He wanted to avenge her. That's why.
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[Okabe runs to the nearest trash can, vomits, and stares blankly at his hands. Anyone near might be able to notice he's hyperventilating; he's in another place, another time. Give him a moment to compose himself, but for now, PTSD is a fucking joy.]