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WEEK TWO EXECUTION
week two: execution
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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, the everyday background music you've all gotten used to reduced to mere echoes on the wind.
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... Suigetsu, 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 stand clustered together. Suriel is silent where they lean on their crutch, wings drooping under their cloak as their caracal paces restlessly. Shamsiel is also silent as they stand there to the other side of Suriel, their cloak covering them completely with the exception of their one good arm which clenches at their chest. Keeping an eye on Suigetsu is Baraqiel, tiger-formed daemon tracking Naito closely, pacing where the Watchers have estimated the boundary will be.
And then, another party will be compelled to join them. Rochalizo will find that his feet are carrying him to his destination, Philia sticking close to him as they travel across banks and canals to the heart of the markets. Once he passes through the centermost area of the plaza, opposite where Suigetsu stands, 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, having gotten a good gauge of what will happen now. 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... Suigetsu, 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 stand clustered together. Suriel is silent where they lean on their crutch, wings drooping under their cloak as their caracal paces restlessly. Shamsiel is also silent as they stand there to the other side of Suriel, their cloak covering them completely with the exception of their one good arm which clenches at their chest. Keeping an eye on Suigetsu is Baraqiel, tiger-formed daemon tracking Naito closely, pacing where the Watchers have estimated the boundary will be.
And then, another party will be compelled to join them. Rochalizo will find that his feet are carrying him to his destination, Philia sticking close to him as they travel across banks and canals to the heart of the markets. Once he passes through the centermost area of the plaza, opposite where Suigetsu stands, 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, having gotten a good gauge of what will happen now. 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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he's at least looking better today, his burns healed over more than they were yesterday. his eye is still apparently a no-go, with the eyepatch that covers it now. he keeps a hand in his pocket for a few moments, eyeing the weapons he has to choose from.
—and then he pauses, as his burns suddenly heal further while he's standing here???? once the surprise wears off, he lets out a light, amused sound. (who does he owe for this? honestly...)
the bow and arrows are tempting, since he prefers long range. but they obviously didn't do revali much good. after some deliberation, he takes his hand out of his pocket and selects the knife, before giving it an experimental swish.]
... Well, my condolences to Kaeya—and to Alphinaud, first and foremost. I'll be taking your life, Suigetsu.
[in a way, he's fortunate. (he's also really fucking unlucky in other ways!! terrible week, he'd like a refund.) this isn't his family member. he has no sympathy for the man standing before him. and he's not a bleeding heart, intimidated by the thought of killing another.
he can't say he's not nervous, but he's not especially afraid either, despite knowing the odds. one part him always being more fearless than he has any right to, maybe, and one part being prepared for death, if it comes to that.]
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she's rushing the barrier even though she knows it's fucking useless]
Rochalizo!
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SHIT.
hang on he's doing the same thing as the 14 year old and giving the barrier a whacking great punch. ]
Dammit, this is not funny.
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[But more seriously, Herlock Sholmes is just. Frowning! And holding his head with more of a pained expression because sometimes you can't just walk off a concussion after a day.]
And so we have to live through this again. Mr. Rochalizo........
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No! He's hurt! Please, he can't . . . !
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But it's not like it's going to give.]
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- and then covers his mouth. ] Oh, Rochalizo - !
[ okay. okay, okay, okay. ] You can do it!
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[ this is just
really rude in particular. ]
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Who's deciding this...
[ Low, quiet, angry. He wants to rush the barrier, but he remains rooted. ]
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[FROWNING LOUDLY. Also he? What's happened to van Zieks? his face is terribly swollen as if he's been hit very badly. It's probably fine.]
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[ yikes. ]
Maybe Rocher brought his gun to this, though…?
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monika looks like the dictionary definition of horrified, her eyes wide as she covers her mouth with her hands.]
He's already injured enough, so why...?
[he is but an injured twink? he's going to get snapped in half like a twig?]
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We are composed though. ]
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FUCK 'IM UP!
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Okay, are we going to explain what's going on here, or.
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Well, that seems fair. Send the wounded puffed up child against the assassin.
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[ soft and sharp, polaris at his side with hackles raised. ]
Be careful.
[ not just for his sake, but for rocha's own after the week they've had... ]
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This fucking sucks.]
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