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WEEK ZERO EXECUTION
week zero: execution
murder of crows
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.
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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