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WEEK FOUR EXECUTION
week four: execution
like sacrifice at the altar
like sacrifice at the altar
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 tournament arena.
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 arena itself. Your three Watchers are here with their daemons, and so are... Nanaly, and her daemon, front and center. All damages and evidence, anything amiss from the weekend, is all gone, and replaced with the state of the arena from the week prior.
Nearby, in the stands this time, rather than in the arena itself, the Watchers are clustered together. Suriel stands with their hands at their sides, head held high as they take deep, slow breaths. Next is Shamsiel who has their hands clasped together in front of them as though they were making a prayer. Baraqiel is seated behind them, a little higher up, one elbow propped on a knee, that hand covering the lower portion of their face as their daemon sits at the very edge of the stands in eagle form, staring down.
And then, another party will be compelled to join them. Power will find that her feet are carrying her to her destination, Ritty sticking close to her as they travel through the barrier. Once she passes through the centermost area of the arena, opposite where Nanaly stands, she'll find that she can't go back, and neither can her daemon.
Likewise, no one can enter the arena further than where the audience seating. 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 tournament arena.
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 arena itself. Your three Watchers are here with their daemons, and so are... Nanaly, and her daemon, front and center. All damages and evidence, anything amiss from the weekend, is all gone, and replaced with the state of the arena from the week prior.
Nearby, in the stands this time, rather than in the arena itself, the Watchers are clustered together. Suriel stands with their hands at their sides, head held high as they take deep, slow breaths. Next is Shamsiel who has their hands clasped together in front of them as though they were making a prayer. Baraqiel is seated behind them, a little higher up, one elbow propped on a knee, that hand covering the lower portion of their face as their daemon sits at the very edge of the stands in eagle form, staring down.
And then, another party will be compelled to join them. Power will find that her feet are carrying her to her destination, Ritty sticking close to her as they travel through the barrier. Once she passes through the centermost area of the arena, opposite where Nanaly stands, she'll find that she can't go back, and neither can her daemon.
Likewise, no one can enter the arena further than where the audience seating. 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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