chasma | WEEK THREE EXECUTION

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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[Just sighing and slowly coming over to put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a pat.]

There, there... [JUST LOOKING AT EVERYONE ELSE IN SLIGHT CONFUSION?? WHO DID THIS] It's alright. We can...move forward, even from this.

Oh, you can rewind time, can you?

[He actually glares at thtat.]

Bring back the dead? Unbreak a fucking promise?!

I....

[He's startled by the outburst, before he furrows his brows, shakes his head.]

No. I can't. But...what promise are you talking about? Sir...?

[He just laughs, bitter and delirious, running his hands through his bleached hair.]

Her, you prancing fucking moron! It's always her, even now! The Slayer. She's everywhere. She's all that I am anymore, all that I've even allowed myself to be! I can't even escape her here!

[He just slumps over. God, this pain is unbearable.]

...Oh, dear.

[Just. Staring at the execution. Looking back at Spike.]

[Okay.]

My dear fellow, would you like a way out of this whole mess? It is indeed very simple. Here, look at me.