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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[And without any further warning he's just throwing a whole fist at Spike's face to knock him out cold.]

[holy shit

but rochalizo supports you sholmes]

[thank you so much, jesus christ.]

[Thank god.]

Nice one.

[she should not be supporting violence, and yet,]

I'm a little impressed myself.

I want to learn to do that.

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[...

...It's a very weird feeling to be grateful to Herlock Sholmes.]

[ finally. ]

[ thank fuck ]

[thank you for your service kind sir]

[HELLO?

Van Zieks opens his mouth, probably to shout at Sholmes, but

He doesn't? He looks confused.]

[would you like a knuckle sandwich too, nerd]

[No he's clearly dealing with something here. He opens his mouth to try to talk again, but again. Says nothing.

He pulls his notepad and pen out of his bag, flipping to a blank page and just. Stares at it?

Looks back up at Sholmes, frowning loudly.]