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WEEK FIVE EXECUTION
week five: execution
i am the manager
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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he hadn't even begun to consider if it's kaeya.
lup surprises him - he lets her take his hand without any resistance, and distractedly glances to his side - then does a double take as it pulls him out of a immediate spiral of fury and misery and keeps san lang from ramming into the barrier. this is the perfect person to be here, in all honesty, if only because some of the horror turns to surprise and then a tiny, tiny bit of relief. ]
...Miss Lup. [ a little breathlessly, but - he's glad she's here, that she's okay (at least... physically.) ]
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[she looks like she's been like, crying? like a lot, the way people look after they've witnessed some real awful shit and had to take a day to figure it out. but she doesn't say much, just very tightly holds his hand.
this is - very bad, and obviously she has a soft spot for both of them, but.]
This is the little good I can do, okay? Don't freak out, just stay next to me.
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he watches kaeya's set up, of his game, and a variety of emotions flicker across xie lian's face. anger, at first. sadness. worry.
xie lian knows what kaeya is doing, but it doesn't... ]
... This is his third option. [ his third path. the choice to execute quickly, to draw it out, or to force it by a different hand. like susato did before them. like xie lian tried to do, too. like in the catacombs, where he punched down a wall in front of the people he now trusts with his life, two of whom who are now fighting to the death, to save the lives of a group of people who barely wanted to be saved.
xie lian swallows, and lifts his head. he won't look away.
his hand squeezes in lup's, and he nods. ] I will. [ ...
and then, a little quieter. ] You don't have to watch, if you don't want to.
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I'm not looking away. Both of them deserve someone to remember this. [her heart aches for rochalizo - for what she saw, for what happened, and. well, you'd have to be blind to not notice that she likes kaeya, too. so.]
Don't let go.
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the only trace left is in his eyes. golden glinted with a fire of determination and fury, his gaze doesn't leave the area where they fight. ]
I won't.