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Ikaris
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Picknose wanted to flee but knew that the King's wrath would cut him down before he even managed to get out of the Courtroom. His voice trembling, he answers.
Picknose:"My things were gone after they left, they had them in their packs."
Ororo smiles:"That isn't what I asked you. Did anyone of the accused actually steal anything from you. Any physical items?"
Picknose whimpers:"You don't understand, HE made me do it. I had no choice, he would have turned me into a human."
Ororo:"Do you mean this Master of yours?"
Picknose:"Yes, please, you got to protect me! You don't know what he's like."
Something just doesn't seem right about Picknose's behavior. Taking a gamble, she decides to press on with her questioning.
Ororo:"Picknose, who mae you do this? Tell me your masters name. Is it Belasco? Is he your Master?"
Picknose(crying): No, I don't serve Belasco. I never even met him. My only master is ....."
The blue glow surrounding Pickose remains steady throughout all of his answering, meaning he is speaking the truth. As his master' name is about to be spoken, Picknose grabs at his throat like he is choking and falls to the ground, dead.
Oberon:"WHO DARES! I WANT THE RESPONSIBLE PARTY FOUND IMMEDIATELY."
Ororo looks around the court room trying to figure out what to do next. Her mind racing, she turns to the King.
Ororo:"Actually, milord. I know who killed Picknose. The party is still within this courtroom."
Picknose:"My things were gone after they left, they had them in their packs."
Ororo smiles:"That isn't what I asked you. Did anyone of the accused actually steal anything from you. Any physical items?"
Picknose whimpers:"You don't understand, HE made me do it. I had no choice, he would have turned me into a human."
Ororo:"Do you mean this Master of yours?"
Picknose:"Yes, please, you got to protect me! You don't know what he's like."
Something just doesn't seem right about Picknose's behavior. Taking a gamble, she decides to press on with her questioning.
Ororo:"Picknose, who mae you do this? Tell me your masters name. Is it Belasco? Is he your Master?"
Picknose(crying): No, I don't serve Belasco. I never even met him. My only master is ....."
The blue glow surrounding Pickose remains steady throughout all of his answering, meaning he is speaking the truth. As his master' name is about to be spoken, Picknose grabs at his throat like he is choking and falls to the ground, dead.
Oberon:"WHO DARES! I WANT THE RESPONSIBLE PARTY FOUND IMMEDIATELY."
Ororo looks around the court room trying to figure out what to do next. Her mind racing, she turns to the King.
Ororo:"Actually, milord. I know who killed Picknose. The party is still within this courtroom."