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The debate flowed like a rapid stream with many forks and branches but all ultimately returning to the surging river: which, in this case, was the question of the second Infinite Trickster's identity. The [i]known[/i] trickster was not exactly helpful, although no one could blame her. Daimyon would have also certainly been surprised had he found out about another Infinite Poet. Why, he loved to think he occupied a unique position on the grand stage of life, even though it was as much a privilege as it was a prison. He had often felt he was nothing without his rhymes and his poems, that he was destined for a specific fate from the day he had entered this world.

Alas!

Pushing these thoughts away, he refocused on the court. Everyone's motive notes were presented—he apparently had Max's, though he did not give it much attention, considering his busy state these last few days. Noel had his description, a brief but entirely fitting one. Noel...

He snapped back again. Alice's words made him instinctively hit up the e-handbook again, but this time he did not find what he was looking for. He ran through his notebook as well for insurance but found nothing. And yet, the truth bullet was clear as day...

[color=seagreen]“Excuse my interruption...!”[/color] he spoke up. [color=seagreen]“Who [i]is[/i] this Parker you speak of, Alice? I admit to absent-mindedness, but if I'm not mistaken, they have no entry in the e-handbook! Surely Dr. Killgood would be meticulous enough to keep this vital document up-to-date...”[/color]
He looked over the group of Infinites, again and again. Everyone was included in the tablet's list, except for this Parker who had apparently witnessed something...