GAME 3 - Night 2

[protoshepherd]

[ The moon is up! Perhaps it's time for a midnight snack? There's some wine in the kitchen, amongst other amenities. Feel free to use everything in a dead person's home. ]

The guilty

Defense Attorney
Prosecutor
Detective

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[shacklebreaker]

[GOES STRAIGHT FOR THE WINE. Go away, he needs to be alone and drunk right now.]

[thefaceofjustice]

[Hell no YOU ARE GETTING SOME COMPANY. Comes over to stand next to him, almost shoulder-to-shoulder.]

[shacklebreaker]

[NO, MANPAIN BROODS ALONE. He tenses, and glares across at him.]

If you've come to confiscate this, don't bother, Fool Bright. [He's already halfway through one bottle.]

[thefaceofjustice]

Do you need a hug?

[shacklebreaker]

Oh, sod off.

[In Britainspeak, that means 'no'.]

[thefaceofjustice]

[Ignores him, or doesn't get it. One of those.]

That was too close to injustice! I'm worried about you, Prosecutor Blackquill. If you get convicted next time, I... I don't know what I'd do. [Taps his fingers together.]

[shacklebreaker]

I'm sure you'd find some way to go on without me and bring justice to this sorry string of deaths.

[That's sarcasm. He gulps back more of the wine.]

...But I suppose it would be remiss of me not to thank you all the same. Sticking your neck out for another is extremely risky in this little game, yet you did it nonetheless... Perhaps I have underestimated your loyalty.

[thefaceofjustice]

You don't have to thank me, Prosecutor Blackquill! We're not in the clear yet, I'm still going to do everything I can to protect you!

[shacklebreaker]

Hmph.

[He makes a gruff noise of assent, and pours Bobby a glass of wine.]

[thefaceofjustice]

[Raises his hands up in protest.]

Oh, thanks but I really don't think I'm supposed to be drinking on the job!

[shacklebreaker]

One glass won't do any harm, will it? It's not as though I've poisoned it.

[Slides the glass over anyway.]

[thefaceofjustice]

Hmm. Yeah, you're right.

[Picks it up. Takes a drink.]

[arurests]

[ this guy has some brandy, and will be rubbing salt on the wound. sorry, bro. ]

Don't tell me you were scared, Prosecutor.

[shacklebreaker]

[Blackquill sets down his glass, and stares at him for longer than is strictly comfortable.]

... Don't speak to me as if you understand the meaning of fear, Wolf Boy.

[THIS IS HOW PRISON FIGHTS START]

[arurests]

[ no, that doesn't work on him, sadly. ]

You're right. I don't, because I'm not afraid of anything.

[shacklebreaker]

Tsk... such an empty boast. Only a monster fears nothing.

And you could say I am in the business of hunting down such monsters.

[arurests]

Then why don't you kill me next?

[shacklebreaker]

I could cut you down at this very moment, if it weren't for that pesky detective.

[arurests]

Pity. I would've liked to see you try.