chasma | WEEK TWO EXECUTION

week two: execution

no melodies no memories

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.

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[ah, hello, she remembers you.]

Of course they did. [don't worry none of them are here, clint's probably watching them] ... Thanks again. By the way.

[ he gives a solemn bow of his head. ]

Of course. I only wish we could have done more, miss - but, I hope they are enjoying their time in the sun. I have meant to come by and visit more, but... [ glances back at everything and also his own injuries ] ...it has been very busy.

I don't blame you! This seems like a huge clusterfuck.

[...] And all of you are just going to leave and have to do it all over again, huh.

[that feels weirdly familiar for some reason but she can't put her finger on it.]

[ maybe it just makes her feel .... hungry

heh ]

That's correct. [ he nods, voice quiet. ] It has been three weeks of this, now. But... to know that we were able to help people, here - I am glad. Moreso than anything, that has brought me a great joy.

[stop i'm going to throw you in the sea]

You do seem pretty protaggy, for sure. [she glances at the execution with a bit of a grimace.] Well - yeah, then. You can at least know you did some good here.

The kids you guys found and the kids already above ground - you're all they're going to be talking about for years. It'll leave a better legacy than the rain of fire.

[ xie lian mouths "protaggy" to himself...?

but. he looks happy, at that - honestly, a little touched? this means a lot to him, more than this person could ever really know. san lang who has been pacing and grumbling angrily at the barrier this entire time even looks over and chuffs. ] Good.

I think - the youth are truly the future, no matter who they are, or where they live - it is through them that we foster hope. [ xie lian aren't you like seventeen ] I like the idea of leaving a legacy, instead of a calamity.

[ it reminds him of the old days. ]