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WEEK THREE EXECUTION
week three: execution
interred with their bones
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.
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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However, I will tell you that if you believe this to be true, then perhaps you and Mr. Spike ought to spend less time behaving like school children and more time reviewing the fundamental principles of evidence. You are not a stupid man and I should hate to see you make a fool of yourself, Lord van Zieks.
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[Nodding, his face serious. YEAH YOU TELL THEM SUSATO]
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I had fully intended to speak with you before formal accusations had been leveled. I simply did not think it was prudent to establish such a line of discussion with you yesterday given your physical condition, and I was giving you a day to recover. If you would prefer me to not be so kind in the future, you need only say so.
You would, similarly, be wise in not leaping to assumptions on other's behavior before making accusations yourself.
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If I have misjudged you, we may discuss this, but I feel it prudent to nip this line of accusation in the bud immediately, lest someone should overhear and recklessly do harm to a person who has already been forced today to try to kill his own brother. I want it understood that I will not tolerate Okumura-san to be treated with suspicion by anyone who has not disclosed their reasoning to me first and given me the opportunity to disprove it with evidence.
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[HE WAS VAGUE! ON PURPOSE! SPIKE!!!!]
These executions are already a miscarriage of justice and for someone to act outside them even more so. While I have arrived at a certain conclusion, that is only the first step in matters such as these, and further discussion is absolutely necessary before any definitive action is taken. I am not in disagreement with you.
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... I will concede this point to you.
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I'm not a lawyer. But if you don't want something spoken out loud, don't ask me directly about it in public.
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Fucking sigh.] We'll talk about this later.
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when it draws to a close, xie lian doesn't say anything - but if he can, he'll catch susato's eye and give her the slightest nod, and then look back to the execution itself. ]
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