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"Well," Jamie said, "let's see what he says to that?", he asked somewhat rhetorically.
The dupe didn't hesitate.
"You can call me Luke," the dupe said, in a serious tone, "I am a defender of good, like my father before me."
Jamie held back a huge chuckle over that.
@Klutzy Ninja Kitty
-Chapter 2 Twilight-
"The Right Hand's Folly"
Continued from here.
Bad luck decorates her branches
flashing on and off
like strings of lights
on a holiday tree.
Misfortune glows
as if fueled by noonday sun
under cloudless sky.
Each day she longs
for someone who might notice,
turn some switch
dim the lights
pull a plug
and diminish her pain.
No hero lurks nearby
on prancing steed.
Don't filaments fray
and bulbs fail to ignite
one more time?
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As many had confirmed their votes, time began still and alter around them, and this meant that Beatrice was going to start up another execution once more. Next moment they all knew, they were all present in the Golden Land, and with Crono singled out from everyone else.
By the phrasing of "singled out," it was more like Crono was put into a different plane of reality aside from everyone else. He couldn't tell how everyone was reacting to this, as if everyone were viewing this incoming execution from something like a one-sided mirror. A twisted display for all to see, Crono only saw the endless void of black.
Green eyes.
Eyes of countless felines.
Those eyes surrounded him from all angles and corners. In response, he readied himself to fend off the threat, but of course, the odds of him winning this were terribly slim, and it would take only a miracle to resolve the problem. One by one, those eyes leap forward towards him, each feline taking their turns pouncing onto the poor unfortunate boy.
It endlessly went on, and soon enough, Crono couldn't be seen by the people watching. Not even heard with a little yelp of something kind, but with how those supposed feline threats acted towards the voted one out, it was disturbing but true to assume that Crono was devoured limb from limb, organ from organ, bone from bone... by those demonic feline spawns from hell.
As the magic-powered projection that showcased this horrific scene to you all began to close, a small pouch with a note attached to it fell to the ground, along with what could be assumed to be Crono's envelope... the invitation to this Game. Once the projection was gone, the Golden Witch would make her appearance, and unlike the times before, she gave no expression of Witch-like laughter or even that signature sneer of hers.
"...Ignoring the fact that this Round's Traitor, which was Mettaton, had not been voted out, you successfully voted out the Maestro. From the combined efforts of the clues' interpretations... and the detective's investigations, Crono is indeed this Game's Maestro. Despite my right hand being eliminated, the Game will still proceed as normal until it's planned end. From now on, I'll be selecting the set of Traitors."
Beatrice still didn't change her attitude, probably from the fact that her trusted right hand had gotten voted out. Before sending everyone else back to the Rokkenjima island, despite the current typhoon that was still held at bay, the Golden Witch gave a few more words to share with her Game's Players.
"If you wish to continue the Game and not die to the typhoon that is currently taking place on the island of Rokkenjima, perform the Sachiko Ever After charm. Someone in the group must know of it."
With that said, everyone would feel themselves being transferred back to the front of the Kuwadorian mansion's fencing, and just at the moment they would see Izayoi's body disappear in a cluster of golden butterflies. For now, they had some time before the typhoon would blow over Shannon's barrier... and to include that, the note and pouch that contained that charm, which was whatever was left of Crono, rested on the ground, waiting for someone to pick it up.
Though, all current Players with their envelopes would see another message from Beatrice appear, regarding the current karma score...
~Game Scoring~
Beatrice - 1 / Players - ∞
As the scoreboard materialized before them, a glowing smile of bliss took over Morgan as she realized what the detectives had just done by having them vote for Crono. Infinite... We're going to win... They're saved, I don't have to worry anymore! It didn't matter if Crono had to be executed to achieve this victory, not when it meant her precious people were guaranteed to be safe at the end now. Hope had been restored in her mind, never-ending in the face of another round.
All they had to do now, to be free of this game, was to punish Beatrice. Today was a glorious day.
"Thank you, Ilona-chan~!" Without any other warning, Morgan had essentially tackled Ilona in her attempt to hug her, clearly overtaken by the joy she felt, "I know I already said it, but you and the detectives... You're the absolute best, no doubt about it!"
The young tactician also waved Deedee over to her in her excitement, "We got them, Deedee, we got them!"
"Well, someone is quite excited for a player in a Murder Game..." Robin chuckled as he observed Morgan.
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Before she could reply again to Jamie and Luke, they would witness the execution or Crono, the frustration of Beatrice, and then would switch locations. Although the others were rather happy with her, Ilona was uncomfortable with the whole thing. She hardly moved, even when Morgan tackled her with a hug.
"Yes, we got him, but he didn't deserve to die like that," Ilona replied to Morgan, her eyes narrowing sadly. "And this isn't over. Beatrice is still going to keep choosing traitors to kill people. I was hoping the killing would stop after the Maestro was gone, but it isn't going to."
Ilona glanced to Luke and Jamie. "And, it seems you making a duplication will be in vain. Nothing will save me now that the traitor killings will continue. I will most surely be the next victim now that they know who I am..."
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