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WEEK ONE EXECUTION
week one: execution
dead men tell no tales
dead men tell no tales
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 Krankaz typically is. There's something almost oppressive hanging over the city, contained within the confines of the Bubble.
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 plaza.
As time turns to 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 plaza. Your three Watchers are here with their daemons, and so are... Bertolt, and his daemon, front and center. All damages and evidence, anything amiss from the weekend, is all gone, and replaced with the state of the plaza from the week prior.
Nearby, the Watchers oversee everything. Satariel is standing close to Bertolt and Idi, keeping their head up, but the visible portion of their face is lined in misery and tension. Their daemon is in its raven form, barely seen from within their hood and pressed as close to their neck and head as it can be. Rameel stands next to Satariel, with their daemon in the form of a puma, also close to them. There's barely a smile that crosses Rameel's face as their gaze is between Satariel and the sight before them. On Satariel's other side is the last Watcher, pressed close enough to nudge with an elbow. Their daemon paces before them as an ocelot, ears pulled back in displeasure as both it and Yomiel await the executioner.
And then, another party will be compelled to join them. Kotetsu will find that his feet are carrying him to his destination, Finley keeping pace with him as they make their way down the ruined paths that make up the city of Krankaz. Once he passes through the centermost area of the plaza, opposite where Bertolt stand, he'll find that he can't go back, and neither can his daemon.
Likewise, no one can enter the plaza further than where the three Watchers stand are forced to step back, though luckily not expelled like last week. 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 plaza.
As time turns to 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 plaza. Your three Watchers are here with their daemons, and so are... Bertolt, and his daemon, front and center. All damages and evidence, anything amiss from the weekend, is all gone, and replaced with the state of the plaza from the week prior.
Nearby, the Watchers oversee everything. Satariel is standing close to Bertolt and Idi, keeping their head up, but the visible portion of their face is lined in misery and tension. Their daemon is in its raven form, barely seen from within their hood and pressed as close to their neck and head as it can be. Rameel stands next to Satariel, with their daemon in the form of a puma, also close to them. There's barely a smile that crosses Rameel's face as their gaze is between Satariel and the sight before them. On Satariel's other side is the last Watcher, pressed close enough to nudge with an elbow. Their daemon paces before them as an ocelot, ears pulled back in displeasure as both it and Yomiel await the executioner.
And then, another party will be compelled to join them. Kotetsu will find that his feet are carrying him to his destination, Finley keeping pace with him as they make their way down the ruined paths that make up the city of Krankaz. Once he passes through the centermost area of the plaza, opposite where Bertolt stand, he'll find that he can't go back, and neither can his daemon.
Likewise, no one can enter the plaza further than where the three Watchers stand are forced to step back, though luckily not expelled like last week. 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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There’s no way that old man is actually gonna be able to go through with it.
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[ She’s seen him in passing? This old guy? Killing?
x to doubt ]
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He has a choice, but neither of them are good. That's all. [ and that sums up this whole shitshow. ]
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You have such a way with words.
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[ :( ]
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A lot of the people here can’t do this. He’s included.
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He will. [ watching kotetsu try to talk bertolt out of it... ah, this was him last week. the empathy registers on his face, for a moment. ] We must have faith in him.
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[He overhears Xie Lian's words and just...tips his hat over his eyes, casting them in shadow.]
[Kotetsu is trying to talk Bertolt down. It likely won't work.]
If faith can go so far...
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[ fiercely. ] I know it can.
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[Is that a hint of a smile on his face?]
Of course you do. We can believe in that.
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It hurts, even more, seeing him so feverishly reject Kotetsu. She didn’t mind watching Akira punch him, but… ]
The Kotetsu you may all know might not come back after this, you know? [ She asks, her voice calm despite everything. ] Are you prepared for that?
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[He looks over at her.]
I am prepared for a great many things, my dear madam. I always am ready for the worst possible outcome. I am ever fearful of it.
[And then his gaze turns to Bertholt attempting to strike, again and again...his expression stays firm.]
But it does not mean, as a person, I'll stop believing in someone like Kotetsu.
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Like a shell, you know? You might find bits and pieces of him but it’s just an echo.
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He's a stronger man than you think, you know.
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Maybe. I’m only speaking from what I know, like everyone else.
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What the heck is that supposed to mean?
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Nah, this guy will come out being the exact opposite.
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She means this will change him.
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I know that, that's literally what she just said! I just--ugh!!
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[ his answer is immediate, because xie lian knows what that looks like.
his own answer is as heavy with sincerity as his fierce defense of their faith, that fist clenched at his sight. ] I am.
And even if that is the case - [ as he watches kotetsu fending off bertholt ] - Even iron can be shattered. But it can be melted down, and reformed, again.
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