He’s quick to side eye Chika, even so far to give her a brief eye roll and a glance to the ceiling. So there was going to be one of those? and by the looks of Nodame’s speech now, tears dripping down her face, the magic number was not one, but two. With a heavy sigh and a roll of his neck, Warren rubs a calloused palm at sore joints, picking out bits and pieces of who was saying anything worth the merit. He himself was trying to patchwork the trial together, because even though his theory was a far stretch, it seemed to become a bit more realistic the more he listened. His gaze went back to the Spirit Medium, watching quietly, listening to all the chatter and picking out important pieces much like how he listens to when he tunes and engine.
Sometimes the underlying issue hides in plain sight, and when he puts Umeko’s evidence find together, and Nisemono’s testimony, a little part of him seem’s to go back in time for a history listen. He stares at her kimono a little longer, before speaking loud enough to part the jeers and screams of the court room with ease. He was good at demanding attention, a skill of his really.
“…Now THAT makes some damn sense!”
“I may be a foreigner, but I’d be plain stupid not to learn the integrity, and history of a culture I would potentially do business with. I almost couldn’t hear that ‘I don’t know’, Harumi, but lets be real honest right now, I think we ALL know that you do know why that kimono’s under there. I know it’s a shit situation love, but it’s one you easily got yourself into on your own prerogative. Nobody can blame you, you certainly aren’t the first, likely not the last either, but the only one you can blame for getting caught is yourself. Now before the lot of you brand me at the stake for bein’ a right bastard and wonderin’ why I’m so confident, let me explain.”
He looks up, brow furrowed as he mumbles to himself trying to gather what he could remember from his teachings that Mordecai taught him.
“You’re a Priestess yeah? Something of the sort anyways, and earlier you told me that the charm has little significance because anyone religious could ‘ave planted it there, but after the revealing of Umeko’s discovery of the kimono under your bed, it just reinforces it couldn’t have been anyone BUT you. I didn’t have enough time to run to the laundromat, but at this point I don’t think I have to since I’m most sure you washed your clothes, but only AFTER taking a dip. This is where it gets good.”
He takes a breath, slicks his hair back, and slaps his hands on both sides of the podium now, keeping his gaze, while not malicious, heavy on the Spiritual Medium.
“Is it not true that in uh, what’s it– Shinto? Shinto– there’s a ritual that operates similar to how Muslim’s preform Wudu before entering a Mosque, where one ‘washes’ themselves of impurities? You have to be entirely cleaned head to toe before entering a place of worship, and I believe the same goes for those who practice the same thing you do. You also say that your change of clothes isn’t at all definitive evidence, but I’m gonnae have to call your bluff on that because it’s quite possibly the MOST important piece of evidence in this trial love, not to mention the most incriminating.”
Now it seems his expression goes from smug, to rather serious, and in a way? almost somber.
“Once I was set to release a line-up of a particular design of sports cars only to be released to the Japanese. They wanted something sleek, minimalist, plain white and boring as hell, but most importantly, they emphasized on the name PURITY for the line up. Now I didn’t know why the hell they’d want to be so ardent on making this their name, until the engineer’s I worked with in Akihabara told me that despite how western folks believe the color ‘White’ is a symbol for death because of grossly misinterpreted media and shit horror movies, White is a symbol of Purity, Hence the name. It’s also primarily why you all dress your holy figures, and corpses IN the color white. You’re absolved of all your impurities when you but on that robe and get down to pray. I’m not a religious man myself, but I suppose you can confirm my onslaught-mini-japanese-rant yourself, and the whole praying for absolving your sins bit? All on you.” A brief pause before he continues. “The moment you finished puttin’ six stabs into that poor girl’s back, ya felt so damn guilty ya ran t’ the bath house t’wash the blood away. There wasn’t enough found to belong to Stella, so it had to have been runoff from your bloody clothes. Once you were ‘cleansed’, you got changed, washed your clothes most likely since crusty blood not only looks awful on fabric, but rather incriminating if I do say so myself, and sat down to pray and get rid of that lingering feel of ‘impurity’. So–”
He finally lets up on the girl, and exhales a breath, looking at her with a gaze that easily spells tired, but also forlorn. He didn’t want to condemn someone to death, but the reality of this situation, this courtroom, was that was how it had to be. He places his hands in his jacket pockets now, keeping his eyes locked on Harumi at all times.
“Try to prove me wrong, honestly, no more ‘I don’t know’s’, Kiddo.”
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