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WEEK FIVE EXECUTION
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.
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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PEANUT GALLERY
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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.
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finley paces in her tiger form nearby. ]
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She's immediately by his side, gripping his other sleeve.]
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[Just. Speaking up. There's a bunch of people near XL so Rin will use his words here instead of trying to grab him.]
It'll be okay, got it?
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it beats a direct path to xie lian, pointedly stepping around everyone, before it stops, looking up at him - and then butts its head under his arm, pressing his cheek into his side and staying there as it rumbles low and unhappy. ]
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[Haha.]
[That third path, huh.]
[But that's all he does. That's all he can do.]
[Sometimes, we really do live through hell week.]
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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. ]
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...
What a week it's been.]
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[why is she here.]
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Yet more cruelty.
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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. ]
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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.]
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[Sholmes is already withdrawn, numb, tired beyond measure, but his expression turns deadly serious and stern when he hears those words.]
Why....why......?
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Metaphorically raises a glass to fighting for your life. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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... Huh?
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You stubborn bloody idiot...
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