The bailiff begins to hyperventilate.
6, 4
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“Arson with attempt to kill. House on 11th street. Defendant Mortia. Prosecutor Violetta Stars. Lot of evidence. Lawyer asleep.”
There was an Arson on ‘11th street’, accused of being done by a defendant named Mortia. The evidence isn’t in your favor, and the man who’s job you’re taking over is passed out. I think he might’ve fallen into a coma and nobody checked.
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The bailiff hands Arius a file.
There’s a professional looking folder labeled “Evidence” and below has “Bob” written in crayon.
Opening the folder, there’s a scribble of a mouse woman lighting a house on fire a text box with “CHEATER” written in it.
The bailiff looks over your shoulder, bows, and makes a “it’s his fault” gesture at the asleep lawyer.
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Arius looks at the real lawyer, and tries to discern his features.
Have you ever seen the plainest man, perhaps, in the entire world?
He’s short, a little fat, Caucasian. He has standard hair, an unkempt beard, and a look of ‘I don’t know what the word “Courthouse” means’
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Arius looks to see if it only has the “cheater” scribble.
It has the little mouse drawing? Did you forget that?
Nothing else. There appears to be some paper torn out from it, but that’s long gone.
(I perceived this as one object and shortened it into one item. I believe there was a small confusion, but my question is answered.)
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(it is, i’m playing coy)
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“The defense would like to review the evidence against the defendant Mortia.”
“That’s… um…” The bailiff looks around. “The evidence folder we gave the defense. We could get another! It’s just that… this trial was put off for a long time and…”
@discobot roll 2d6
The bailiff doesn’t say anything else.
“…very well. The defense is ready, your honor.”
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“That’s… um… Head to your stand, Defense!!” The Bailiff acts out. The real judge looks at them oddly.
Arius nodded and headed towards the defense stand as instructed.
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In the main room, Arius can see the judge looking at an equally firey and deeply tired woman. She’s dressed in a neatly tailored black blazer and pants, positioned on top of a plain buttoned undershirt. Her brown hair goes straight down and reaches to the halfway point of her back. Her dark green scarf doesn’t seem to be standard court equipment, but given that her current stance clearly shows that beneath her blazer she’s carrying a very large looking pistol, you don’t feel as if she’s either aware or worried about her current appearance.
The man opposite to her, and next to you, who looks comedically like an everyman, mildly overweight and with solid black hair, is, equally comedically, fast asleep behind the defendants table, sitting in a wheelchair that he’s definitely only in because he had to be wheeled in by the Bailiff. The defendant, a woman who is expressionlessly standing besides the sleeping man, is a definite audio-visual hazard, taking the visualization of a short humanoid mouse (the animal).
The crowd, sitting on blue cushioned chairs, where you may want to quickly move to lest the bodyguard to your left decides that they had have enough of your schengagians, contains a few key individuals. A short red-hedded man and a stark blonde-haired woman, for one, aswell as a shady looking woman with brown hair and a very expensive looking suit with heels. A tall man stands near the prosecution, holding a folder containing some medical documents, and somewhere in the audience, an inconspicuous woman is wearing a gray full trenchcoat and a hat with a ring pierced into it with a a fox tattoo somewhere embedded onto her neck. She clearly seems to be quite pleased at the current ongoings of the courtroom.
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“Khm hm.” The judge coughs. He’s an older, bearded, slightly balding man, wearing black robes. “Case P2I1KLM.”
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