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The court of carnage was a peculiar sight to behold. It all looked like a setting for a play, and Daimyon felt compelled to hold a skull in front of him and proclaim something extremely memorable. He did not, though, partly because of the distinct lack of skulls and partly because the rollercoaster ride they had to embark on getting here was stomach-churning enough. Exhilarating, but stomach-churning. If nothing else, it did a hell of a job getting the crews' heartbeats up to speed for the upcoming trial.

Because they would have a trial indeed. A true trial, with the Infinites as judge, jury...and a certain black-and-white bear as executioner. Such a scenario avoided even the poet's wildest dreams and thus he really had no idea how to start things off. Fortunately, someone graciously took that task on themselves: Davis spoke up first, and quite valiantly at that, accusing none other than Krista as the foul murderer. And now Daimyon had no idea how to [i]proceed.[/i] As people engaged themselves in the issue and took their first sides in the opening argument, however, he felt particularly inspired to contribute.

This would be a long, but no doubt interesting, time.

[color=seagreen]“All right!”[/color] he spoke up for himself at last, with enthusiasm. [color=seagreen]“I have a notebook, a pen and a pair of very keen ears at the ready—Davis, my friend, if you speak up and explain yourself I shall be sure to record everything important!”[/color]