George Weems VS Tiberius Myron

## Arrest Report

### Involved Parties

Tiberius Myron Gale (Male Vie'ra 98) and Professor George Weems (Male Midlander 33)

### Description of the Incident

Professor George Weems claims that a research paper that came into his possession was laced with a fatal poison with intent to kill. Professor Weems was taken ill with acute poisoning in which symptoms included nausea, vomiting, chronic diarrhoea and involuntary loss of bowel control. He was taken to the Sharlayan infirmary and since made a full recovery. Tiberius Myron counter claims that the paper was stolen by Professor Weems.

### Place of the Incident

It is believed that the paper was laced in Gridania and took affect once brought into Old Sharlayan

### Time of the Incident

It is believed the poisoning took place on the 26th Sun of the 4th Astral Moon.

## Witness Statement(s)

Statement of Tiberius Myron Gale Mr Gale claimed that Professor George Weems had sent a bounty contractor to gather his life's work. A five hundred thousand word thesis on Poisons and venomous plants and animals and where to find them. The paper was apprehended by a highlander woman, assumed to be the bounty hunter. According to Mr Myron she took pity on him and allowed him to make a copy of the work. He did this and gave her the original but not without placing a slow release poison. He states that it was non lethal and was meant to track down the one who sent the bounty. It would take effect after 48 hours had passed and he claims would make the victim feel nauseous and dizzy but not kill. He was then shortly asked to come back to Sharlayan where he was apprehended and has since been in Sharlayan custody. Professor Weems denies ever hiring the paper to be stolen and claims the work is his own and that Mr Myron poisoned it so he could take credit and pass it off as his own; he also claims the poison is of a lethal kind.

## Prisoner Log Sheet

Details of client’s physical condition and possession at the time of their arrest; and their criminal record.

## Evidence(s)

* The five hundred thousand word essay
* A copy of the essay
* Residue of the poison used (plant based)
* Various samples both from plants and animals apprehended from Mr Myron's Lab.
* Medical report from the doctor that dealt with Professor Weems’ affliction.

## Transcript

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Judge enters the court.

> Hotholion Drakonic: *"All rise."*
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Everyone gets up.

> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Please be seated. The Grand Honourable Hotholion Drakonic the Third is presiding. On the docket today we have case number 1844 S48, George Weems VS Tiberius Myron. The court is now in session.”* smashes a hammer on the table. *”If the Prosecution could please begin with their opening statement.”*
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> Rose Noire: *"Your Honour."* bows courteously to Hotholion Drakonic. *"And our Esteemed jury."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *”Your Grand Honour if you please.”* glares at Rose Noire.
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> Rose Noire: *"The nation of Sharlayan has always held steadfast to their duty of accumulating and preserving knowledge in order to use it for the betterment of the star, and for this end, the scholars of Sharlayan tirelessly conduct research into all manner of different fields. One such field is toxicology, the research of poisons and toxins. As the saying goes, any medicine can be a poison, and any poison can be a medicine... This effectively summarises the very core principle of toxicology. These brave researchers risk their life and limb dealing with hazardous materials in order to understand them, so that the rest of us may be kept safe from their harmful effects.“*
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Prof. Weems looked at Rose, his face full of smugness.

> Rose Noire: *“Should someone find themselves under ill afflictions caused by such substances, it is the fine people such as my client, Professor George Weems, that we have to thank for the existence of suitable antidotes and medicine. It is for this precise reason one cannot help but wonder... What kind of person would attempt to hinder the life-saving work of such a selfless individual, going as far as resorting to what can only be described as a sadistic mockery of his life's work by poisoning him? Your Honour, the esteemed Jury... such a person sits right there."* points at Tiberius Myron
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> Tiberius Myron: *“Hey, I WROTE THAT PAPER!”*
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"Don't listen to her."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Order.”*
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Tiberius Myron leapt to his feet!

> Yuri Avenarius: *"Remember what I said."*
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Tiberius Myron is frustrated.

> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Any further outbursts like that and the bailiff will eat you.”*
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> Rose Noire: *"And this concludes the opening statement of the prosecution, Your Grand Honour."*
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> Tiberius Myron: *“I... I... "*
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"Tibs. Sit, please."*
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Mittens glares at the scruffy Tibby.
Tiberius Myron sat down and slunk back down.

> Hotholion Drakonic: *"Very well, if the Defense could present their opening statement now."*
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> Yuri Avenarius:*"Of course, your Grand Honour."*
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Hotholion Drakonic smiles at Yuri Avenarius.
Tiberius Myron glared at Weems... The smug grin never left the Midlander's face.

> Yuri Avenarius: *"I cannot help but commend the prosecution for their words. It is true that Sharlayan’s research is the most in-depth and advanced in the whole of Hydaelyn. And such relentless and advanced methods are made possible by someone like Mr Myron here, a Gleaner."*
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> Tiberius Myron: *”A-and a toxicologist…”*
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"A figure who works in the shadows, nevertheless holds just as much merit for Sharlayan's great discoveries, if not more."* he glanced at Weems. *"In fact, I argue that our esteemed professor Weems is not new to taking the spotlight in favour of his more accomplished and hard-working colleagues, and that is what I shall endeavour to prove to you today. Together with Mr Myron's innocence, of course. That is all, for now."*
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Weems made a scoff at Yuri *“LIES! LIES AND SLANDER!”* he said pointing over Rose and towards the viera.

> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Professor Weems. The same warning applies to you.”*
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Yuri Avenarius looks at Weems *"We shall see."*
The professor slunk down into his seat scowling.

> Rose Noire: *"Please do calm down, Mr Weems. Leave this to me, as we agreed."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Let's have the Prosecution bring forth their first witness.”*
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> Rose Noire: *"The prosecution calls the doctor responsible for treating Mr Weems to provide his expert testimony."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Oh before that. I should ask the Prosecution to iterate to the jury on what charges they are bringing forth against the defendant. And what penalty they are seeking.”*
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> Rose Noire: *"Charges are pressed for attempted murder and theft, for which the prosecution deems necessary to impose a penalty of imprisonment for Mr Myron and compensation of 900,000 gil."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Not the death penalty? That's a shame, I was hoping to save on Mittens' lunch fees… Defence, how does your client plead?”*
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> Tiberius Myron: *“I have already spent six months in the jai-ARGH!”* He shrieked at the mention of death. His eyes brim with tears.
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"Your Grand Honour, Mr Myron pleads not guilty. On all accounts."*
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> Tiberius Myron: *"N-not guilty"*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“So be it. Alright, please bring forth your witness.”*
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A smartly dressed Doctor, in a long white coat, stepped into the courtroom. His strides are even and proud as he took to the stand and smiled at the courtroom.
> Doctor: *“Ah yes...I err I have the medical report here”* he said with a sage nod towards the judge and the jury. He gave a polite cough and presented the medical report *"Shall I begin then?"*
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> Rose Noire: "By all means."
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> Doctor: *"S-sorry these eyes are not what they used to be!"* the old doctor looked at the paper *"Well the poison was plant-based, a concoction of various Shroud plants...The symptoms were nausea, cramps, headaches, vomiting..."* glanced at the paper adjusting his glasses. *"Ah yes explosive chronic diarrhea!"*
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Professor Weems looked wide eyes *"Hey-hey!"*

> Rose Noire: *"So you did, indeed, find poison in Mr Weems’ blood?"*
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> Doctor: *"I did...Though despite the professor's claims it was non-lethal..."*
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Weems scowled at this remark *"Well it felt like dying, let me assure you!"*

> Hotholion Drakonic: “Professor Weems. Again I must ask you to halt your running commentary. Persist, and I will hold you in contempt.”
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> Rose Noire: *"Could you, as a doctor, then confirm that these symptoms such as vomiting and diarrhea, could potentially become harmful to one's health if left untreated?"*
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The Midlander sat back skulking and mumbling something as the doctor continued.
> Doctor: *"Well maybe...The diarrhea may have led to dehydration...The body tends to take between 48-74 hours to expel a poison...Either way, it would have been bad for Mr Weems but not fatal."*
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Weems went to say something before falling quiet and back into his skulk.

> Rose Noire: *"So nonetheless, this poison that my client had come in contact with caused him rather severe health issues, with a potentially even more unpleasant fate ahead of him had he not received help. Thank you, doctor."*
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Yuri Avenarius shook his head.

> Rose Noire: *"Prosecution has no more questions for the witness."*
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> The doctor nodded *"Thank you...Err do I go now? Or…?”*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: “Does the defence wish to cross-examine the witness?”
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Yuri Avenarius nods to Hotholion Drakonic.

> *"Of course, your Grand Honour."*
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The doctor swayed a little on his feet, this man was old *"Oh-Yes right, quite right, yes indeed!"*
Yuri Avenarius beams at Hotholion Drakonic. The viera approached the stand slowly and offered a polite nod to the doctor.

> *"We have already determined the poison was not fatal in the dosage provided. Thank you, doctor. Were you able to determine the modality through which the esteemed professor came in contact with the poison?"*
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The doctor adjusted his glasses.

> Doctor: *"Seems to have been via touch I do believe..."*
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"Touch, I see."* he nodded. *"And were you also able to determine which object had been laced with this poison, among the ones the professor had come in contact with?"*
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> The doctor once again nodded *"Yes that err research paper...Traces of the poison were found upon the pages."*
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"Is it perhaps this five thousand word essay we can find amongst the evidence in this trial?"*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *"Wasn’t the evidence meant to be five HUNDRED thousand words, Defender Avenarius? Are you sure you've got the right paper? Otherwise, I fail to see how that is considered a thesis.”*
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Tibby gave a panicked look to Yuri.

> Yuri Avenarius: *"Ah, yes. My apologies, your Grand Honour."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“My fat cat could write a 5 thousand word essay and that wouldn’t be something you would steal from someone. Please do remember what exactly your evidence entails, Defender.”*
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"Of course. My apologies. Onto the question, then."*
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> Doctor: *"Y-yes… I think the paper is here..."* the doctor looked bewildered... And a little confused as he stood upon the stand.
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Yuri Avenarius is positively beaming.

> *"Thank you. One last question from me. This thesis was presented to you as a product of the professor's research, yes? Penned by himself."*
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> The doctor nodded *"Yes-Yes it was...A fine paper it is too!"*
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Yuri Avenarius is positively beaming.

> *"Indeed, I concur."* he nodded and gave a soft chuckle. *"That will be all."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Does the Prosecution have any further questions?”*
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> Rose Noire: *"No, this is all for the doctor."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Very well. Doctor, you have 10 seconds to get out of my courtroom before the Bailiff pounces on you. I suggest you run. Thank you for your time. The prosecution, you're next witness if you please.”*
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> Rose Noire: *"Thank you, Your Grand Honour. As a witness, the prosecution would like to call Mr Tiberius Myron himself."*
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Yuri Avenarius beams at Tiberius Myron.

> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Mr Myron, please make your way towards the stand.”*
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"Remember, only the truth. And the facts."*
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Tiberius Myron glanced up and nodded, getting up. He avoided the looks from Weems.

> Rose Noire: *"Mr Tiberius Myron. A dutiful gleaner and a toxicologist. None could doubt your dedication to your work."*
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> Tiberius Myron: *"Well-yes... That is why I wrote that paper, it is my life's work!"*
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> Rose Noire: *"So, you claim to have written the paper?"*
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> Tiberius Myron: *"Yes, yes I do."*
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A bright spotlight is now being beamed on Tiberius' face. It was paid by G. Weems himself to make Tiberius sweat during the trial as they’re using an old highly inefficient light bulb for it.

> Rose Noire: *"How it is then, that it was found in possession of Professor Weems?"*
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The poor viera seemed frozen to the spot.

> Rose Noire: *"Is it perchance, that it was his, to begin with?"*
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> Tiberius Myron: *"Mr Weems Stole it! I have...I have a copy! A bounty hunter took it from me but she was nice and allowed me to make a copy!"*
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> Rose Noire: *"A copy you may as well have made in order to pass it as your own once Weems was out of the picture... Which brings my next question."*
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"If I may object, your Grand Honour... That is conjecture."*
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> Tiberius Myron: *"I..I can prove it, I have studied toxicology for over 70 years!"*
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> Rose Noire: *"Did you lace the papers we have here as evidence, with the selfsame poison the doctor found in George Weems’ bloodstream?"*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Sustained. Keep to the point, Prosecutor.”*
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> Rose Noire: *"Excuse me, Your Grand Honour."*
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Professor Weems's smug grin began to fade. *"That paper is mine! Pah!"*

> Tiberius Myron: *"N-no I did not...I didn’t!” He shook his head from side to side, floppy ears moving in time.*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Mr Myron, stop your flopping, the noise irritates the bailiff.”*
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> Rose Noire: *"Amidst our evidence, we have residue of the poison used, along with samples from your laboratory. The doctor confirmed the poison was made with plants found in the Black Shroud, your precise location before your arrival to Sharlayan. Nonetheless... You claim this bounty hunter took the papers from you?"*
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> Tiberius Myron: *"I work with a lot of poisonous plants inside my lab...So it is likely that some substances fell upon the paper which is negligence on my part but Tibby did not expect his paper to be stolen and yes, yes she did!"*
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> Rose Noire: *"Surely, should the poison have ended up in the papers as a result of such carelessness, it would have affected you as well?"*
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> Tiberius Myron: *"Oh yes...In fact, I have built quite the immunity over my 70 years in research."*
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Mr Weems scowled *"Well of course he is lying! That green-eared wretch!"* he said pointing a finger.

> Rose Noire: *"Did you inform the authorities of this incident? Please, Mr Weems, do let me handle this."*
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> Tiberius Myron: *"Well no...I have a permit for my lab and I have documentation showing that the substances I have in there are legal."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Mr Weems. I have warned you constantly. I will be charging you 10,000 gil per outburst from henceforth. Mittens the Bailiff will slap that box off your table if you cause any further ruckus.”*
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> Rose Noire: *"Allow me to clarify, did you inform the authorities of the bounty hunter who supposedly stole the research papers?"*
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Mr Weems went to protest before falling once again silent and muttering to himself.

> Tiberius Myron: *"I did... But to them it was just a paper they were not interested in."*
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> Rose Noire: *"The authorities were not interested in documents pertaining to extremely hazardous substances and where to acquire them? And the fact they were stolen..."*
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> Tiberius Myron: *"I tried to explain but they said they were not interested in the troubles of a... Boffin... That man with the axe shouted at Tibby and Tibby ran away!"*
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> Rose Noire: *"For the final question from the prosecution... Pray tell how the laboratory of such an experienced toxicologist and gleaner could be in a state so careless that poisons can find their way onto unrelated objects and thus pose a direct threat to anyone and everyone interacting with you?"*
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> Tiberius Myron: *"That... Tibby does not have an excuse... Tibby is messy..."*
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"If I may object yet again... This reproach does not really pertain to the case at hand, your Grand Honour."*
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> Tiberius Myron: *"But I wrote that paper, I researched the plants and animals, I can list them by name in Old Sharlayan... Mr Weems knows nothing!"*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Sustained.”*
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> Rose Noire: *"Very well. This is all from prosecution."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Defender, your witness.”*
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Yuri Avenarius nods to Hotholion Drakonic.

> *"Thank you, your Grand Honour."*
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Professor Weems rose again to his feet *"Hearsay! Hearsay I say!"*

> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Mr Weems!”*
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Yuri Avenarius beams at Tiberius Myron.

> Brezeris Skulltkin: *"By Rhalgr.. I never knew how cutthroat these courts could be..."* He would mumble to himself.
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Hotholion Drakonic throws a hammer at Mr Weems and Mr Weems got hit by the hammer *"ow! Ow ow! Hey, I am the victim here!"* he cried clutching his head.
> Yuri Avenarius: *"Mr Tiberius Myron. I have several questions for you."*
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> Tiberius Myron: *"Yes, yes Yuri."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Then let the court proceed Professor. Do not make me come down there instead of the bailiff.”*
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"First of all, regarding tour poison, and your expertise. As an accomplished toxicologist, it would undoubtedly be no effort at all for you to create an extremely lethal poison. Is that so, Mr Myron?"*
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> The viera picked the skin off his fingers causing them to bleed slightly *"Y-yes...I have the knowledge that I could make a toxin that could kill this whole room, like frothing at the mouth, involuntary loss of all bladder and bowel control and-Oh yes...But Tibby won't because that would be a bad thing to do..."*
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"Yes, thank you."* he motioned with his hand for Tibby to stop talking. *"As for a toxin to kill one person, could you list the ingredients you would use for the Court?"*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Mr Myron, I'd ask you to follow your lawyer's advice and not incriminate yourself over other crimes not pertinent to the court case. I'd ask the jury to ignore that statement in consideration.”*
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> Tiberius Myron: *"Right yes!"* he began *"Well what I would do is use Ricin, which causes cell death mixed with batrachotoxin, maitoxin and Botulinum toxic, cell death, cardiac arrest and asphyxiation, internal haemorrhaging... If I was... But Tibby wouldn't... Tibby does not like hurting people!"*
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"Yes, of course. Thank you."* the viera handed a page from the evidence to the witness on the stand. *"Now, could you please read this list of ingredients out loud?"*
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Tiberius Myron took the paper.

> *"Belladonna... Galerina, is a type of shroud fungi, milk root extract... Says mild here... Oh and Gridanian hemlock..."*
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Yuri Avenarius beams at Tiberius Myron.

> *"Thank you."* he turned to face the Jury. *"This list contains the ingredients that were contained in the toxin administered to Professor Weems. Quite different, I'm sure you’ll agree. Now, my next question concerns the thesis, which you previously mentioned has been your life's work. Allegedly, this thesis was penned by and belongs to Professor Weems."*
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Mr Weems pouted he was going to say something but he did not. "Yes...I was going to show it to the stadium!"
Hotholion Drakonic glares at Professor Weems. He has a collection of hammers that he will throw again.

> Yuri Avenarius: *"Would you please recite an extract of this thesis for the Court?"*
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Weems looked at Hoth and slunk down into his seat. Tibby coughed and began to speak.

> *"Perhaps the deadliest of all mushrooms the Black Shroud death cap Old Sharlayan name is Amanita Phalloides...The toxin found within this fungi is still potent even after cooking. It can cause cell death and within 6-12 hours after eating the symptoms include Violent abdominal pain, vomiting and bloody diarrhoea causing rapid loss of fluid from the issues and intense thirst. Severe damage to the liver, kidneys and central nervous system then a coma and then death, over 50 per cent of cases of eating this mushroom result in a fatality..."* he stopped. *"Page 879”*
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Yuri Avenarius beams at Tiberius Myron.

> Yuri Avenarius: *"Page 879... Thank you, Mr Myron."*
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Yuri approached the defence table, sifting through the copy of the thesis to find the exact page, which he then waved in front of the Jury.

> *"I’m sure you will find it to be the exact same as my client's proclamation, word for word. I struggle to believe someone set upon stealing someone's work for their gain would commit it to memory in such a precise way. Thank you, Mr Myron. That would be all."*
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Yuri Avenarius beams at Tiberius Myron.
Mr Weems stood up *"That is because that man is an evil genius"* he declares before ducking another hammer.

> Alice Vermillion: *"Well if it really belongs to that Weems guy then he surely can recite a page of the work as well..."*
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Tiberius Myron sat down next to Yuri *"Thank you"*

> Attendant: *"Ladies and gentleman, we are going to be calling a ten-minute recess."*
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Ten minutes passed.

> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Court is now back in session. Mr Myron please return to the stand. Prosecutor Noire, your witness again.”*
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Mr Weems glanced over at Tibby and Rose that smug grin went from his face.
> Rose Noire: *"Your Grand Honour, with all the evidence that has come to light, the prosecution is willing to reduce the charges to mishandling of hazardous materials."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Noted.”*
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Yuri Avenarius is positively beaming.

> Hotholion Drakonic: *"I will ask the non-pokeballed jury to please consider the evidence and the charges in light of this change. Please proceed, Prosecutor Noire.”*
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Celeste Blanchefleur has no idea what pokeballed means, but looks pleased with this change.
Tiberius Myron nodded at the mishandling, he could not deny that.

> Rose Noire: *"Mr Myron, are you aware of the consequences of such harmful substances as the poisons you work with ending up so carelessly misplaced on innocuous objects?"*
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> Tiberius Myron: *"I am, yes"*
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> Rose Noire: *"So you’re aware your actions constitute mishandling of hazardous materials, a serious crime?"*
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> Tiberius Myron: *"Tibby is always careful around the dangerous chemicals and toxins, but he still stole the paper trying to pass it off as his own!"*
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Mr Weems rose to his feet *"You cretin! YOU WILL RUE THE DAY!"* he said pointing a finger at the viera, spittle flying out of his mouth.
Hotholion Drakonic snacks on a boiled egg in front of Rose Noire.

> Rose Noire: *"Regardless of who these papers belonged to, the undeniable fact that a man ended up poisoned through their remains."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *”Professor Weems…”* munches food *“I'm going to ask you to leave.”*
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> Tiberius Myron: *"It was not lethal nor that serious...But...Guess Tibby pleads guilty to that...I guess"*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Bailiff. Escort the professor into the naughty room for 10 minutes.”* snacks on a boiled egg.
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> Rose Noire: *"Lethal or not, I believe we can both agree such substances do not belong on research papers."*
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Professor Weems slammed his fist upon the table, glaring a death glare at the viera before he stormed out of the courtroom *"I shall have my revenge!"* he spat as he was escorted out.

> Yuri Avenarius: *"The defence agrees with the prosecution's statement."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“...Are you objecting or not, Defender? Also, I'm going to ask the jury to please disregard the plaintiff’s reaction and comments.”*
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"No objections, your Grand Honour."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Then remain seated, please. I'm not looking for affirmations. Prosecutor Noire, sorry for the interruptions. You may continue.”*
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> Rose Noire: *"That is all, Your Grand Honour. The prosecution has no further questions."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Does the Prosecution have any further witnesses to call upon?”*
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> Rose Noire: *"Prosecution calls for no more witnesses, your Grand Honour."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: “*Thank you. Defence, please call upon your first witness. If you need to recall the plaintiff from the naughty room, please state so.”*
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"The witness the defence wished to call upon has been dragged outside the room kicking and screaming, yes."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Then drag him kicking and screaming back inside, Mr Avenarius.”*
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Yuri Avenarius expresses his worry with Hotholion Drakonic.
Hotholion Drakonic sips his year-old coffee while Weems gets dragged back into the room.

> Yuri Avenarius: *"Ah, thank you, bailiff."* smiles. *"The defence calls Professor Weems to the stand."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Professor, I ask you to keep your answers relevant and maintain a calm mannerism as you proceed in this line of questioning.”*
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Weems entered the room and marched up to the stand, his face was red and he was seething quietly *"Your 'grand' Honour."*

> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Any further outbursts will result in the bailiff slapping your nuts.”*
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"Professor, I wish to get to the bottom of a certain matter."*
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Professor Weems yelped and covered his jewels *"But you are the judge!"*

> Yuri Avenarius: *"Are you still adamant that this five hundred thousand words thesis is 'your' life's work?"*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Focus.”*
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> Mr Weems began to panic on the stand. *"I… Err well I err y-yes"* he said not looking Yuri in the eye.
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Yuri Avenarius is positively beaming.
Rose Noire facepalms.

> Yuri Avenarius: *"I see. I would then subject you to the same test I put forth before the defendant some time ago. Please recite a passage from your thesis for the Court. And please, pick a different page than 879."*
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> Weems looked around, now it was his turn to sweat *"Err umm \*ahem\* the deadly Ruby sea pufferfish...Has...Her poisonous milk...That...the namazu suckle off and...Well, the pufferfish milk is the cause of many deaths in mainland Hingashi and the namazu well...err..."*
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Tibby sighed *"Tetrodotoxin...It is consumed...They don’t even produce milk"* the viera shook his head

> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Mr Myron, please refrain from the commentary, otherwise the bailiff will put you in a stew.”*
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> Mr Weems snapped *"Well HE STILL POISONED ME, HE IS A DANGEROUS AND EVIL GENIUS!"*
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Tibby slunk down into his seat.

> Yuri Avenarius: *"A genius, yes. Evil, I suppose that is up to the Jury."*
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> Alice Vermillion: *"You jerk stole his work! He didn’t poison you out of wish but accidentally you moron!"*
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"Can you please provide the page number for the Court, professor?"*
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A question springs to Hotholion Drakonic’s mind.

> Mr Weems panicked *"errr I eeerr 2819?"*
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A Sharlayan report in the background took notes and spoke into a linkpearl. *The paper was not even that long and Mr Weems was panicking.*

> Yuri Avenarius: *"Page 2819, very well..."* Yuri again approached the copy of the thesis to extract the corresponding page. He read some of the text on the page. *"Page 2819 concerns.... various types of moulds with beneficial medical uses. The Jury will be able to confirm. Such commitment to a life’s work, this man has."*
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Tibby nodded *"I love moulds I just think they are neat!"*

> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Makes sense, Mr Myron, you smell like you’ve never been apart from mould.”*
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"So, we have determined the relationship between you and this thesis to be tenuous, professor. What about your relationship to toxicology itself? Mr Myron has stated that in the course of his 70-year work in the field, he has become resistant to certain types of toxins. Among which I am sure we will find the one you were unwittingly administered."*
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> Mr Weems: *"Well... I err... THIS IS NOT THE POINT! I am the victim here, me!"* he gave a rather pathetic shriek.
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"The medical report states that your reaction to this poison has been... quite violent. May you offer any clarifications on the matter?"*
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> Weems responds: *"I almost shat myself to death if that is what you are asking!"* he said out loud before covering his mouth realising what he just said.
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"...I see."* makes the straightest of faces.
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Mr Weems buried his hands in disbelief.

> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Professor, this is a dedicated court to Thaliak, we will not accept such foul language.”*
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"I think we can safely assume you have not been in as close a contact with these toxins as you would have the court believe."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“I will personally send a recommendation to your employers that they put you under administrative suspension until you can learn to respect the courts and the gods.”*
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"A most wise decision, your Grand Honour."*
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> Weems continued: *"I have too! Your honour this is slander, this… this viera is trying to humiliate me. I am the victim!"* he pleaded with the judge.
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Yuri Avenarius is positively beaming. *"I rest my case."*

> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Prosecutor Noire, your witness. Good luck.”*
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Weems looked at Rose as if pleading for her help, ho boy did she have her work cut out.

> Rose Noire: *"Professor Weems. As the doctor confirmed, you had come into contact with a poison that caused you severe nausea and diarrhoea. Would you tell me, how severe were these symptoms?"*
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> Weems: *"Very serious, cramps and vomiting...And well the others think, it was horrible! Horrible I say! I could hardly leave the infirmary for 24 hours I do believe I would have died if I had got gotten medical aid"* Weems glared at Tibby, teeth clenched.
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“We do not believe in karma here, we believe in Golden Justice.”*
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> Rose Noire: *"A fate most unpleasant, that none would wish upon themselves. Now, I would also further clarify the nature of your relationship with Mr Tiberius Myron. You both work in the field of toxicology, is that correct?"*
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> Professor Weems nodded: *"Yes we do... He always getting under my feet... Always doing the "Tibby did this and Tibby did that" speaking about himself in 3rd person! His stupid voice, and stupid ears and stupid face"* he clenched his papers in his hand it seemed like Professor Weems did indeed hold a grudge.
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> Rose Noire: *"Now, could you tell the court the events that took place before the poison began affecting you?"*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“I agree his habit of speaking in a weird third-person perspective is annoying, that is not the intent of the question.”*
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> Weems: *"Well... I don't know... I just wanted to get back at him and that is when I saw a bounty-"* he stopped himself. *"I was at the Last Stand… And I suddenly got these horrible abdominal pains."*
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> Rose Noire: *"Were you perchance in possession of the papers at the time?"*
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> Weems gave a nod: *"I, I was at the time, yes."*
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> Rose Noire: *"And where did these papers end up as you were taken into the infirmary, could you tell us?"*
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> Weems: *"Well, they were taken to the infirmary...Alongside me...That is when I made the assumption there was something on them and they did a test and low and behold I was right! I have suffered so much so...Me poor me woe is me!"* he stated, making a flamboyant gesture.
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Professor, please reduce the theatrics, this is a courtroom, not the Plume.”*
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> Rose Noire: *"So it is without a doubt multiple people have come in contact with the poisoned papers, alongside you. And as you did state, the effects were severe, and left untreated potentially extremely harmful."*
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> Rose Noire: *"Very well, the prosecution has no further questions."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Does the Defence wish to ask the witness any more questions?”*
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"Not at this time, your Grand Honour."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Very well, Professor, you may be seated, so long as you behave yourself. If you do not, I will put you in the time-out corner.”*
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Professor Weems sulked back to his seat and grumbled to himself.

> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Does the Defence wish to call upon another witness?”*
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"Not at this time, your Grand Honour."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Very well. In that case, we will proceed with the closing arguments. Defender Avenarius, you may go first.”*
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Yuri Avenarius nods to Hotholion Drakonic. Tibby nodded at Yuri and looked back towards the judge, a little less nervous than before.
Hotholion Drakonic doesn't like being looked at by scruffy vagabonds, he makes a note to judge Tiberius very harshly. Tiberius Myron’s ears dropped slightly.

> Yuri Avenarius: *"Thank you, your Grand Honour."* he stood up and moved to face the Jury, clearing his throat. *"Ladies and gentlemen of the Jury, through our pursuit of justice we have determined the truth through this trial. The defendant, Mr Tiberius Myron has been found not guilty of the previous charges levied against him, namely the attempted murder and theft which have been effectively disproven."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Sorry to interrupt, Defender. But we haven’t 'found’ anything of the sort. That is up to the jury to decide, not you. Watch your words.”*
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Tiberius Myron glanced at Yuri and gave a simple smile towards them.

> Yuri Avenarius: *"Apologies. As I was saying… The esteemed professor has not only kept shameful conduct throughout the trial but has been caught in a lie multiple times."* he glanced at Weems over the shoulder. *"I merely ask that you keep this fact in mind while making your judgement. As for the reckless endangerment my client has put a few people through with his handling of the toxins, he does plead guilty to this charge and has shown contrition. I ask that you also keep this in mind."*
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> Yuri Avenarius: *"That would be all for my statement. I thank the ladies and gentlemen of the jury for their attention and I’m sure impartiality."*
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> Weems screams out: *"That is a lie! Slander and hearsay!"*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“MITTENS!”*
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Mittens rushes to slap the Professor in the nuts. Alas, Mittens misses but remains ready to pounce again. Professor Weems cowered and hid under the desk *"Twelve save me!"*

> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Thank you. Prosecutor Noire. Your final words, if you please.”*
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> Rose Noire: *"Thank you. Your Grand Honour, our Esteemed Jury... Keeping in mind the agreed reduced charges to mishandling of hazardous materials and reckless endangerment of several lives... I ask you this: Should someone that deals with potentially extremely harmful toxins and poisons, yet shows such utter carelessness towards any and all safety precautions, remain allowed to research them? Is it truly within the best interests of the nation of Sharlayan, for the very future of scholarly pursuits, to encourage such a carefree attitude towards the safety of all within?”* she spoke emphatically to any who will listen.
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> Rose Noire: *“Should Mr Myron be allowed to remain in his duty, mishandling dangerous substances, who is to say what items he manages to accidentally poison next, and whose hands they end up in? As Mr Myron explained a while ago, these poisons may have effects far more sinister than vomiting and diarrhoea. As a result of foregoing proper precautions for safety, these poisons are by no means guaranteed to remain in his possessions, therefore putting not only the nation of Sharlayan but anyone that comes in contact with Mr Myron at any given time, at risk of being exposed to these hazardous materials.*
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> *Is that a risk you wish to take, Your Honour? How about you, esteemed members of the Jury? The choice, after all, is yours... And this concludes the closing argument of the prosecution."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Thank you, Prosecutor Noire. Members of the Jury... 2 of you have died, and only 2 remain."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“You have sat down and heard all the arguments posed to you this evening. I ask that you consider this case based only on the evidence and the testimonies you have heard today. After all, none of the bribe money that Mr Weems attempted to give me will go to you. With that in mind, I will give you a moment to deliberate. When you wish to reconvene with your decision, please let the orderly know.”*
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Weems went to shout out but decided to best shut his mouth still cowering under the desk.

**During this phase, the Jury has been moved to another room to discuss the result amongst themselves. In the room;**

> Vulcan Von Brandt: *"Well, what are your thoughts? Having heard all of that?"*
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> Celeste Blanchefleur: *"I still don't see that there's much to debate. He pleads guilty to the charge in question. And his own attorney stated, in his closing argument, that he was guilty of it. Had the prosecutor continued to attempt to charge him with attempted murder and theft, I would say not guilty. Because their own expert witness capsized that charge when he stated the poison was not lethal. And it's pretty evident that he wrote the paper in question and therefore did not steal it… But I do not think there is any question that he has handled toxic material in a careless fashion and, out of the mouth of his own layer, endangered people by doing so."*
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> Vulcan von Brandt: *"Aye, but if we were here to discuss what he 'did' do wrong, then surely Mr Weems can also be found guilty of that which has also come to light. Finding the defendant guilty, simplifies such a tricky situation and Mr Weems walks free and cannot be retried for the crimes he 'did' commit. It’s simply a matter of who is the victim in this. And I don’t believe it to be Mr Weems."*
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> Celeste Blanchefleur: *"Mr Weems is not on trial. If he is to be found guilty of something, that will happen elsewhere. And our finding the definitely guilty of mishandling toxic materials offers no commentary on the ability of the state to charge him for the theft of the paper. They are separate issues. Consider, for a moment, if the paper had not been stolen, but had instead been picked up and read by… say… another researcher working alongside the defendant? Or a visitor to his home? Or, if the materials he allowed to contaminate the paper were to get into food and be served to a guest? This is not about the theft of the paper, it's about whether or not he is careless."*
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> Vulcan von Brandt: *"The mishandling was merely an accident. Such an unfortunate series of events would never have happened in the first place if Mr Weems did not try to steal Mr Myron's research. Any person who studies such a field would be immune within their fourth year of school, let alone however many years Mr Weems has been at the top of his field. If we were to find Mr Myron guilty, then many other researchers would need to be brought to justice for their own untidy spaces."*
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> Celeste Blanchefleur: *"An accident is still mishandling. And again, I consider the theft to be immaterial. The very fact that the toxic material ended up on the paper - on its own - is enough to indicate he has mishandled them and is not storing or treating them correctly. And yes, if we find him guilty, then it is perhaps true that other researchers would have to be more careful with how they store hazardous material. Isn’t that a good thing? He literally pleaded guilty to it and his own attorney stated, in his closing argument that he did it and has put people at risk. The conclusion has already been made for us. Frankly, the judge should have ended this trial and accepted the guilty plea as soon as it was made. We should not currently be in deliberation."*
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> Vulcan von Brandt: *"This is no different from the potential dangers of owning weapons and ammunition. Neither the bounty hunter nor anyone in the medical facility that hosted the contaminated papers came to be affected by the substance. Do we even know for sure that My Myron was the one to lace the paper? Which I believe is a matter for internal investigation and not for this court. If his office is not in check then surely the Studium itself can be held accountable?"*
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> Celeste Blanchefleur: *"Perhaps so. But the stadium is not in the trial either. He is. And he has, again, already admitted to the charge. As we do not have a third member to split the vote, then we may have to advise the judge that we have a hung jury at this point. I am unable to find a man not guilty of a crime he openly admitted and that his lawyer admitted on his behalf. Irrespective of how much of a vermin his accuser is."*
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> Vulcan von Brandt: *"Then a hung jury it shall have to be."*
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**The Jury moves back to the courtroom.**

> Celeste Blanchefleur: *"Your Grand high.. uh... almighty.... honour, may I address the court on behalf of the jury?"*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“You may. The Jury has come to a decision, please remain silent.”*
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> Celeste Blanchefleur: *"Your honour, I regret that the jury is unable to reach a verdict. We have a split decision and, as there is no third member of the jury to split the vote, we are unable to settle a verdict."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Very well, as the jury has become unable to arrive at a decision, I will act as the decider in this case.”*
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Tiberius Myron slunk back into his seat.

> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Let's see.”* he takes out his dice and rolls.
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> Etoileaux Charbonnier: *"I knew it..."*
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> Brezeris Skulltkin: "*By the Gods- You can't be serious!"*
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Vulcan von Brandt folds his arms.
Rose Noire buries her face in disbelief.

> Hotholion Drakonic: *“All rise for the decision.”*
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> Tiberius Myron: *"A dice?"* expresses his worry.
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“After hours of careful deliberation. I have determined Tiberius Myron guilty of careless endangerment.”*
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> Alice Vermillion: *"BUUUUUUH!"*
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> Cecilia Tharros: *"Justice has been done."*
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Weems looked over and a large wide and smug grin slid across his face as he pointed and shouted *"HA-HA!"*

> Etoileaux Charbonnier: *"By the roll of a dice..."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“On the count of attempted murder- Oh wait, doesn't count. That charge was dropped. Let's see..."*
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Celeste Blanchefleur exhales.

> Brezeris Skulltkin: *"I think I'm going to pass out.."*
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> Alice Vermillion: *"BUUUUUUUUUUH!"*
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Tiberius Myron weeps in sorrow before Hotholion Drakonic.

> Hotholion Drakonic: *“On the charge of criminal contempt…”* he rolls the dice again. *“Not guilty. Based on my years of experiences and wisdom as a Grand Judge... I hereby sentence Tiberius Myron to…”* he rolls the dice again. *"235 days of community service.”*
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> Brezeris Skulltkin: *"THATS- eh.."*
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> Alice Vermillion: *"BUHH!"*
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> Cecilia Tharros: *"It could be worse."*
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> Alice Vermillion: *"He is innocent!"*
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> Rose Noire: *"Your Grand Honour, if I may add... for the best interests of the nation of Sharlayan, the prosecution demands that Mr Tiberius Myron resigns from his position as a gleaner immediately. As well, for the great suffering caused by the effects of the poison and the damage to his reputation as an esteemed professor, a payment of 850,000 gil is deemed fit to compensate for the harm caused to Professor George Weems.”*
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> Reze Power: *"W-why not prison time...."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Indeed, Prosecutor Noire.”*
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> Alice Vermillion: *"Worst judge ever!"*
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Tiberius Myron clutches his head dramatically before Rose Noire.

> Hotholion Drakonic: *“I do, however, believe in second chances.”*
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> Tiberius Myron: *"Being a gleaner is my job and livelihood!"*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“So I will be recommending that his employers ensure he takes a competency test and be placed under supervision to determine whether he is suitable to continue his job.”*
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Weems smiled wide like the Grinch at Christmas "Ha-ha" and made a rude gesture towards the viera.

> Hotholion Drakonic: *“After all, as the prosecution has pointed out, we cannot allow the mishandling of toxic material by a professional outfit. Sharlayan’s gleaners are held to a higher standard than all others. As for the fine of 850,000 gil… I will dismiss it.”*
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Tiberius Myron looks at Hotholion Drakonic in surprise.

> Hotholion Drakonic: *“The Professor has damaged his reputation based on the evidence and his conduct today.”*
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*"Hey!"* Professor Weems called out.

> Hotholion Drakonic: *“His actions should not warrant the fiscal punishment of the defendant. Now, as for the punishment for the Professor's conduct in my court”* he rolls dice again. *“533,000 gil to be paid to the defendant.”*
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> Professor Weems protested: *"You can't be serious!"*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“This is including recompense for plagiarising Mr Myron's work and causing due distress. As for the fate of the Professor’s nutsack…”* rolls yet again. *“Death.”*
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Mittens the Bailiff delivers swift punishment.

> Rose Noire: *"By the Fury..."*
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> The Professor growled giving a yelp *"N-no! N-n-n-n-no NNNOOOOOOO"*.
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The Midlander staggered as quickly as he could, stumbling over the chairs and desk to escape the evil that is Mittens. The courtroom would hear a blood-curdling yelp come from outside the doors.

> Hotholion Drakonic: *“With this, I declare Case 1844 S48, Tiberius Myron vs George Weems, closed.”*
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Tiberius Myron lets out a cheer.

> Celeste Blanchefleur: *"Well, I suppose that settled at least one of the misgivings about a guilty verdict."*
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> Vulcan von Brandt: *"Aye, perhaps this is the way things should be."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Please leave your tips with the orderly. Prosecutor Noire, until the next time I see you in my courtroom.”*
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Hotholion Drakonic expresses his fervent approval of Rose Noire.

> Rose Noire: *"Most certainly, your Grand Honour."* bows courteously to Hotholion Drakonic.
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Tiberius Myron wept tears of relief. His eyes brim over with tears.

> Tiberius Myron: *"Thank you your Grand Honour."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Mr Myron and Defender Yuri something. I don't want to see you back here again.”*
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> Tiberius Myron: *"O-oh kay..."*
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> Hotholion Drakonic: *“Now you have 5 seconds to get out and shower otherwise I will add...“* rolls the dice. *“...208 days to your community service.”*
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> Brezeris Skulltkin: *"Run Tibby run!"*
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Tiberius Myron ran away from the courtroom like there is no tomorrow. *"O-o-o.o-o-ok!"*
After the session ended, a Sharlayan citizen named Escher Strange was found sleeping in the courtroom and had to be dragged out.