WEEK ZERO EXECUTION

[grigori]

week zero: execution murder of crows

Hopefully you got a long night of sleep? Barring that, you got whatever answers, or closure, you might have needed. Because it's strangely quiet, the following Sunday morning. Moreso than Cittàgazze typically is. There's something almost oppressive hanging over the city, but it's a bright, clear, Mediterranean day.

Breaking the silence, somewhere, much like the song of Friday, there is the echoing, cruel laughter of voices you should faintly recognize throughout the city. It's followed by humming of that newly familiar song. It's strongest, interestingly, close to the courtyard.

As the clocks of the city strike 1 PM, though, there is a change as the voices fade. While there's no compulsion to investigate it, there's a small gathering in the courtyard. Your three Watchers are here with their daemons, and so are... Qi Rong, and his daemon, front and center of the square. All damages and evidence, anything amiss from the weekend, is all gone, and replaced with the state of the courtyard from the week prior.

Nearby, Baraqiel's daemon is pacing along the edge of the courtyard in tiger form, as if on guard duty. Baraqiel themself is simply keeping an eye on Qi Rong, holding him with one hand around both wrists behind his back, ignoring him otherwise as he rants at the three of them. Gripping hard on their hood and pulling over their face, Shamsiel stands there in relative silence while a small bird circles above their head chirping anxiously. Suriel's daemon is nowhere to be seen, though their hood does shift oddly as they look on, hands clasped before them as if to offer a prayer. The three appear to be having a hushed conversation, in the meantime, but a hurried one, glancing around occasionally or checking on Qi Rong and Xiao Jing. Are they waiting for something..?

And then, another party will be compelled to join them. Xie Lian will find that his feet are carrying him to his destination, San Lang keeping pace with him as they make their way down the streets of Cigazze. Once he passes through the centermost area of the courtyard, past where Suriel and Shamsiel stand, he'll find that he can't go back, and neither can his daemon. Baraqiel and their daemon are unceremoniously expelled from the heart of the courtyard, away from Qi Rong, skidding as they catch themselves, the other two Celestials stabilizing their companion and looking shocked.

Likewise, no one can enter the courtyard further than where the three Watchers stand. There will be no interfering from outside parties, no matter what it is that's about to happen. Any attempts to do so will result in them meeting an invisible barrier, one that rebuffs them with the same amount of force used against it—so take care.

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Execution

[grigori]

[stinky]

[qi rong has had the absolute shit beaten out of him already.

he did not look this bad at the end of the trial. wasn't he supposed to get fucked up here and now, not back then? just what happened overnight, anyway? he's spitting curses at the watchers - and at anyone who he happens to spot as they show up to the courtyard - but there's not much that he can do other than run his mouth since baraqiel is so close. while he's cursing his head off, xiao jing is wrapped tightly around his neck and cowering away from the watcher, burying his face in qi rong's shoulder.

once xie lian walks into the center, and once baraqiel and his daemon are expelled, qi rong really just can't help but laugh. something materializes between the two of them - three somethings, in fact, floating between them with a faint sheen of dust - and qi rong lunges for them at once, snatching up a rusty hook and brandishing it at his cousin.]

Hahahahahahaha, so here we are!

Peanut Gallery

[grigori]

[uncoincidental]

[i swear to god if i'm first on the peanut gallery i'll kill you all


anyway, sheba is watching this intently.]

[booksleeves]

[Susato is here with Ryutaro in bird form hopping from shoulder to shoulder. She's already watching with a lot of obvious worry, but then when Xie Lian walks into the courtyard, she's covering her mouth.]

Oh, no! Please, don't let anything happen to him!

[perspire]

Xie Lian...

[ sweats nervously as he watches what's going on. usually, idi is in bandicoot form when he's around a lot of people, but right now, she's in giraffe form and is pressing close to bertolt as they watch what's happening. ]

[magichammer]

[ ........ what... is all this ]

[bloodyromance]

[Has his feet up, some popcorn he popped fresh this morning, and is relaxing with a smile on his face.]

This oughta be good.

[allyship]

[well

deciding that he's not in the mood to just casually stand around, rochalizo tries to enter the courtyard, only to be stopped by the barrier. he then slams a fist against it, before he's knocked back.]

Feh...!

[spydey]

Oh, shit.

[ well. this is not what she expected but she can't say she's surprised. ]

[escardos]

Oh, so they are going with Trial by Combat, then? Isn’t this really medieval…?

[ either way, flat’s going to watch with, at best, mild interest. ]

[shinetrue]

[ so this is how things are going. hm... ]

[rerouter]

[monika, staring at the camera:

anyway,]

Ah... Jeez, so that's how it is?

[third_alternative]

[ well I'm just gonna establish Rex as being here even if I'm gonna be spotty for the rest of this.

As he watches this unfold and sees Qi Rong and Xie Lian enter into the THUNDERDOME Street, he sucks in air through his teeth in grim anticipation. Of what, though, he's not exactly sure. ]

[trickedges]

[ ...?

so, they're going to make another public spectacle out of whatever this is?

he's leaning back against one of the trees, vos a fluffed up bundle of feathers on his shoulder as he frowns. ]

[senjinrouha]

[ well. yuri's here.

he just sits himself down a little way away from the barrier, propping his arms on his legs. pravda wanders over, fully in her lioness form and-- well, she seems to consider flopping down on him, but changes her mind and curls around his side instead. ]

This seems like a dangerous and not-guaranteed way to punish someone for their crimes.

[perceivedrevalry]

[There's Revali, ready to watch the proceedings with quite a bit of interest! Time to watch how this goes!]

[grigori]

[ from somewhere, you'll be able to catch this exchange between three people, in the familiar accent of the city kids: ]

Where did he get the hook...

Why did he get the hook?

Nobody ever asks how he got the hook.

[quiz]

[ There’s some mild concern that washes over as Xie Lian walks further into the courtyard’s center. Reze holds a breath, exhales, already jumping to conclusions of what all this may be —

Her stomach twists, but she doesn’t look away. ]

[grigori]

[ suriel is here, daemon shifting restlessly between its three forms. ]

What... What is this?

[ their mouth is covered as if in fear, but they sound more angry than afraid. ]

[perfectdistance]

[ He's not happy to be here, he's not happy to observe. But... It's likely something he should do.

He doesn't attempt to push at the barrier after seeing somebody else try, instead is scowl just gets deeper. ]

[taptap]

Somebody tell me what's happening....!


[ pay no attention to how excited she sounds about the idea of qi rong getting his ass kicked six ways to (next) sunday ]

[winebar]

[Van Zieks is here in full vampire getup, cloak and all. Adelheid is perched on his shoulder in harpy eagle form, a feat only possible due to his own large statue.]

... I see. We a continuing this disgrace to the idea of a justice system with a farce of an execution.
[He's not rhyming anymore, at least.]

[reflash]

[Yukio tests the barrier, carefully so he doesn't bounce off it. Then he watches, frowning.]

[voltadomar]

[Kim's been here the whole time, just standing quietly with his hands folded behind his back. He doesn't flinch at the violence in front of him, but he doesn't look pleased, either.

... At least, that's how it is until the creepy clouds slither in, and his hand goes to his holster.]

[winebar]

[FROWNING DEEPLY AT THE SPOOKY GHOSTS OR WHATEVER. Holding out his hand to Kim.]

Don't waste your fire, Lieutenant.