WEEK TWO EXECUTION

[grigori]

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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Comments

[uncoincidental]

...

[she's watching that intently.]

Come on, Rochalizo, you can do it...!

[rerouter]

[...

She cups her hands around her mouth and shouts:]

Get up, Rochalizo!

[uncoincidental]

You've got this! You're gonna mop the floor with him!

[rerouter]

Kick his butt!







[A beat.]

Wait, how is he going to reach him?

1/2

[uncoincidental]

2/2

[uncoincidental]

Throw things at him so he can't land on his feet when he gets dropped!

[rerouter]

Um...

Make sure he lands on something pointy?!

[uncoincidental]

You've got this! You're leagues above him!

[rerouter]

[smash cut to rochalizo crumpling--]

... Oh, no, what now?

[uncoincidental]

...don't tell me... Is it the spectres again? That first week, didn't... didn't they...

[rerouter]

No. I don't see anything, so why...?

[uncoincidental]

...did someone curse him?

[her hand goes to her sash again]

[senjinrouha]

Probably.

[rerouter]

You've got to be kidding me.

[senjinrouha]

It won't wear off before the end of this execution either.

[uncoincidental]

...what were they thinking...

[sponsoredby]

You don't know that.

[ His tone is very tight. ]

[rerouter]

Wasn't there a power that could dispel curses?

[burnstrike]

What? Why??

[ maybe team bullshit she guesses but still??? ]

[senjinrouha]

Think about the rhyming curse. They had a set time before they wore off -- Sholmes and Van Zieks rhymed through the whole trial.

[rerouter]

... Jeez.

[what a mess.]

[uncoincidental]

[hhhhhh]

[rerouter]

[um.]

A crab?

[burnstrike]

[winebar]

[Even van Zieks is thrown off of his usual scowling.]

It doesn't seem to be... doing much.