WEEK THREE EXECUTION

[grigori]

week three: execution interred with their bones

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. There's something almost oppressive hanging over the city, the market silent for the day as businesses remain closed and merchants remain indoors.

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 outpost.

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 out beyond the outpost, in the desert proper. Your three Watchers are here with their daemons, and so are... Rin, 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 city from the week prior.

Nearby, the Watchers stand clustered together. Satariel stands close to Rin, hand gently between his shoulders, though they periodically look back Yomiel's way or around the area with an uneasy dread. Yomiel stands a short distance away from the others, avoiding the others' gaze as well as they can (that is, badly). Their ocelot daemon crouches beside them, fur bristling. Rameel stands somewhere between Satariel and Yomiel to act as some sort bridge between the three of them. Their puma daemon settled by their feet as it keeps tabs on Yomiel's ocelot as Rameel makes sure to not look away.

And then, another party will be compelled to join them. Yukio will find that his feet are carrying him to his destination, Miki sticking close to him as they travel past bones across shifting sands. Once he passes a certain point, opposite where Rin stands, he'll find that he can't go back, and neither can his daemon.

Likewise, no one can enter the area further than where the three Watchers stand, Satariel having been pushed back, stopped only by their daemon shifting to its bear form. 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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[grigori]

[ satariel, much like the last time the temporals were in charge of execution, goes from being pushed back to stepping in to pound their fists on the barrier angrily.

just a few times, this go around, though - they wind up slumping back against their bear with the knowledge that it's futile, just. watching, biting their lip. they don't join the group of celestials, though they do look their way with quiet despair briefly. ]

[greatdeduction]

[He's going over to them to just bend down to rest a hand on their shoulder, reassuringly, even though his own aura is just. Nervous. Seething. Anxious.]

[grigori]

[ unfortunately for everyone, that is the mood of this execution. satariel reaches and puts their hand on his, squeezing his fingers gently as they take a deep breath. ]

[lefthandpath]

[Allen, doing his walk-arounds, eventually approaches them. reaches out his left hand to touch their arm.]

[grigori]

[ this is fine - they accept the touch, before reaching to give his hand a direct squeeze instead of returning it to his arm. ]

[grigori]

[ yomiel isn't watching the execution so much as they are satariel. once they finish hitting the barrier, yomiel comes up beside them to give a gentle nudge with their elbow, ocelot daemon doing the same for the bear. ]

[grigori]

[ satariel looks at them and frowns, as the bear noses at the ocelot's head.

they're just. going to take yomiel's arm with their hand and hold it for a little while. ]

[grigori]

[ this is fine. they'll let satariel cling for now, and lean into their side. ]

[booksleeves]

[Ah. Reaching out and putting a hand on Satariel's arm.]

[grigori]

[ they open the wing closest to susato, curving it at her back and looking at her. at least she gets something angry and resolved under that upset. ]

[booksleeves]

[She will lean back against Satariel, who will get something a little softer than the cold anger she has been showing all morning.]

[rerouter]

...

[She will join them for a little while, and very quietly:]

Do you want a hug?

[grigori]

[ monika - gets a little laugh, sad and frustrated. but satariel opens their arms to her.

just as quietly: ]

I'll never turn down a hug, Miss Monika, and I think we could both use it.

[rerouter]

[... She nods.

And then steps closer to pull them in for a hug. Time to have depression together, probably.]

[grigori]

[ and again, much like last time but also different, rameel doesn't interfere with satariel's angry retaliation instead they wait until they're done before kneeling down with them and taking one of their hands. their puma coming to lay next to the bear daemon as well. ]

[grigori]

[ their hands are a little battered because of the matching rebuff of the barrier, but they let rameel have the one that they take, leaning against them. their bear settles close, lowing quietly but watching everything tensely. ]

[uncoincidental]

...

[she puts a hand on their arm, glancing between satariel and the celestials with concern.]

[grigori]

[ very, very softly, when satariel catches sheba looking between the watchers. ]

... too many people have already watched their friends die.

[uncoincidental]

[she nods her agreement and ducks her head, but... she's keeping an eye on the execution.]

There has to be some way to stop this, somehow...

[sponsoredby]

[ he'll also approach here, placing a hand on satariel's back softly. trying to be reassuring and steady, but it's hard. given... all of this. ]

[grigori]

[ their wings twitch a little, and they look up at him - just sad and angry about all of this. it's not fair. it wasn't fair when it was him, and it's not fair now. ]

[veraltwin]

[There's so much going on Satariel :( But somewhere in all this mess Alisaie will come up to them, reaching out to try???? for their arm?? She's got ballparks, all right, not fine detail.]

Take care of yourself today. We'll make sure they're all right too.

[grigori]

[ satariel at least accommodates for alisaie's blindness, and just - takes her hand to hold, squeezing tight. spare this poor elf in her sensory deprivation. ]

... take care of each other, when it's over. No one should be alone after this.

[veraltwin]

[THERE IS SO MUCH GOING ON SATARIEL hi, she's scrambling back over after that whole debacle with Spike sobbing and van Zieks apparently losing the ability to talk; we've got teens trying to kill each other but also. Also.

(She'd wait until execution was over but the Watchers tend to disappear at that time and this isn't enough to drag them back here--)]

Satariel. Forgive me for asking you this now while so much else is going on--but what has happened to van Zieks. That was a feather, yes? And not those higher up?

[SHE'S SO SORRY SHE HAS TO ASK :( ]

[grigori]

[ looking the fuck over at everything that's happened, ranging from, you know, spike being sad ramen and then cold clocked. now van zieks. they frown as they sort of - assess the situation right now, because everything happens so much and there's an execution going on.

keeping track of everything hard when y'all get up to so much. ]

... he wasn't punished by anyone above us, no. That was probably someone from the group deciding he'd overstepped.

[ taking alisaie's hand again to give a reassuring squeeze. soothe. :( it's ok it was just traveler-on-traveler violence not the higher powers. ]