WEEK FIVE EXECUTION

[grigori]

week five: execution i am the manager

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, out in the tundra.

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 in the snow. Your three Watchers are here with their daemons, and so are... Rochalizo, 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 hotel from the week prior.

Standing close are the Watchers. Satariel is carefully putting a coat around Rochalizo's shoulders, frowning, their daemon bear-formed and pressed close to them to keep them steady. Yomiel stands close by, offering what warmth they can before the barriers rise. Rameel seems to be expressionless as they were yesterday as they watch over what happens next.

And then, another party will be compelled to join them. Kaeya will find that his feet are carrying him to his destination, Polaris sticking close to him as they travel through the barrier. Once he passes through an arbitrarily decided threshold, opposite where Rochalizo stands, he'll find that he can't go back, and neither can his daemon.

Likewise, no one can enter the tundra further than where the Watchers are pushed back to, Satariel having to brace against the bear once more so as not to fall. 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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EXECUTION

[grigori]

1/2

[callalilies]

[ how funny to have your feet moving before your head even gets the chance to give say so. the moment kaeya’s feet begin to draw him out of the hotel, out towards the tundra, his heart does a free fall into the pit of his stomach. to try and fight it at this point, well, that’s just not possible, isn’t that right? he sees it, polaris sees it, and at once they stand together for but a beat, tethered in place, before the final step is taken, the point of no return across the barrier, feeling it wash over him, a wave of bitter medicine, no sugar. there is rochalízo, his arm gone and so... he's... so small in this moment. kaeya hates it.

he shakes his head as he draws forward, towards the three options before him, a snowglobe, a broomstick, and a sword. it's almost automatic, how he takes the sword and moves towards rochalízo with long strides, lifting the blade with one smooth, easy motion— ]

2/2

[callalilies]

[ —and throwing it away, into the snow. ]

The name of the game is keep away, [ he says ] I will not let you have this sword, and I will not use this sword against you of my own free will. If you want me to use that sword to take your life, you’ll have to make me.

[ he looks around himself, at the people outside of the barrier, at the watchers, and when he turns his head upwards finally, at some unknowable, unseeable god. polaris sits beside the sword silently, still as stone. with his gaze turned upwards, he shouts: ]

You hear me!?

[ before he turns down to look at rochalízo with his lips tugging into a smile. ]

I cannot do this, you understand. So. Play my game.

[allyship]

[he hates being out here. here, in this land where susato died miserably, and he couldn't even be there for her last moments. coward, alisaie had said, and perhaps she was right—for though it might not have been his choice for her to die anything less than a swift death, perhaps it was on some level to let susato lead the night as much as she did.

he's never come to despise the cold as much as he has this week.

he's looking rather pale and a bit unsteady on his feet, but maybe it's just the chilly air? he frowns when it's kaeya who approaches.]

... I was really hoping it'd be someone else.

[not someone who's shown him kindness these past weeks, even after all he's done. also, well, not the person whom he was linked to emotionally for an entire week. honestly, this is terrible.

bringing up his one arm to his mouth, he coughs for a few moments. then, he reaches to pick one of the other objects: a snowglobe. (ha.)]

You... [he pauses, as if needing to catch his breath] ... You know that's not how this works, Kaeya. But all right—I'll play your game.

[and with that, he throws the snowglobe at kaeya before lunging for the sword.]

PEANUT GALLERY

[grigori]

[yueshen]

[ haha

well! xie lian is here. san lang is a qilin at his side, and - as kaeya walks past him, he takes in a sharp, short breath, eyes going horribly wide, and manages a single word - ]

No.

[evocationary]

[well, here is a very disheveled lup very tiredly coming up to holding his sleeve? if he lets her she'll take his hand, so at least he has that...]

[sponsoredby]

[ this is beyond hateful. for the moemnt, he doesn't say a thing to xie lian at first, just placing a hand on his shoulder. he can't do much in a situation like this.

finley paces in her tiger form nearby. ]

[rerouter]

[Ah.

She's immediately by his side, gripping his other sleeve.]

[senjinrouha]

[



shit.

yuri gets to the barrier just after kaeya passes through it and-- smashes his fist on it without a damn care that it sends him staggering back when he does so. pravda shifts into her biggest form and starts pacing agitatedly around the edge of the barrier, snarling if anyone gets too close to her. ]

[perfectdistance]

[Nero is here, watching Kaeya walk forward.

...

What a week it's been.]

[beeingnice]

What's the big deal? So they're going to have a snowball fight. Boo hoo. Just get them some hot chocolate and sit them down by a fire when they're done.

[why is she here.]

[lefthandpath]

[the only relief there is, really, is the cold comfort that at least Sholmes wasn't made to go up there. that would have been too much on top of everything else this week.]

Yet more cruelty.

[escardos]

[ flat looks… tired. genuinely, truly, tired, but he watches the scene regardless.

jack, as a wolf, is resting on his lap, bright yellow eyes staring at anyone that comes towards him. come too close, and it might just growl. ]

[aono]

[Oh.

Kaeya's words there, that's something. It's the rebellion Rin has been wanting this whole time. But Rin's expression is stony as he watches the two, waiting to see what Rochalizo does.]

[greatdeduction]

[Oh, this was bad before, but when Kaeya says that...]

[Sholmes is already withdrawn, numb, tired beyond measure, but his expression turns deadly serious and stern when he hears those words.]

Why....why......?

[malewife]

[ We are unhappier than usual... Niah is in his black jaguar form, coiling around Joonghyuk, as he angrily watches all of this.

Metaphorically raises a glass to fighting for your life. ]

[afterword]

[ Obligatory Dokja is here comment!

He is watching the arena closely, gaze settled more on one person than the other. Jin is in her arctic fox form by his feet as she presses close and watches the people around her cautiously. ]

[quiz]

[ Well, she really wasn’t expecting a response from this at all until Kaeya steps up and announces his “game”.

It’s not emptiness she feels, but a sudden rush of hopelessness; powerless. Which nearly earns a half-hearted laugh — but instead she just sighs.

Mitski was right: Mom, I’m tired. ]

[grigori]

[ six executions in, and satariel knows that it's futile to beat on the barrier.

all they can do is drop to sit in the snow, right where they were pushed back. their bear drops down with them, curling around their back to watch, just as grim. but - the watcher pushes their mask up with their head bowed, for just a moment, scrubbing angrily at their obscured face, before they're upright and masked again. ]

[arcsplainist]

[ Out in the biting cold, Alphinaud holds a bundle of emerald fur in his arms, Esmerie's three tails twitching like an agitated cat. But he simply stands, and watches, expression taut. ]

[rerouter]

[She watched Rochalízo cough, pale and unsteady on his feet, and her expression flickers. Confusion, worry and... hm, alarm.]

... Huh?

[voltadomar]

[The lieutenant shows up looking like he didn't sleep much last night. Still, he stands straight with his hands behind his back and an expression like stone as he watches what happens.]

[veraltwin]

[Alisaie's here too, as she's been at all of the other executions, just... watching. Arms folded, Taf sitting on her shoulders as has become his norm, watching.]

[bloodyromance]

[Spike drags his hands back down his face as Kaeya announces his plan.]

You stubborn bloody idiot...