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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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Finley curls around the front of Sholmes, looking worriedly for Irene. Kotetsu's voice is softly to Sholmes. ]
None of the options would be okay. Not a single damn one.
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[There's no pulling away, no attempt to move. He just stands there with Kotetsu, blankly staring. The way Rochalizo is moving is...]
No. There are third paths. [...] It doesn't mean that...any of them can be correct.
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[ His arms tighten a bit, holding him so close, trying to protect him any way he can. ]
I won't let any their deaths be in vain. You know how much I mean this.
[ And his arms tense even more at what's happening with Rochalizo. A sinking suspicion. ]
...He...
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I want this all to be over.
[Everything. All of this.]
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He presses his lips against Sholmes' good ear, to whisper something only for him. ]
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[He...looks like he's just going to burst into tears for a quick moment, but the urge seems to pass, shoved down.]
[He nods, dimly, as he continues to look down.]
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Once he's turned, one hand slips to rest on the back of Sholmes' head, the other holding him around. He isn't pulling him from the scene completely, but he wants to give him a temporary moment of grace.
His own eyes remain fixed on the pair at the center of all of this. Whispering another thing to Sholmes. ]
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[Its nice, to have something like this. To be pulled away. But then, Kaeya's words come, and Xie Lian's reaction and...]
[He just tenses, hard, fists clenched at his sides. He's angry. He's upset. He's in despair.]
[He shakes, like a leaf.]
[Why? Why...? Why............?]
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Everyone here today is suffering in their own way. Seeing this pair, hearing these words, gives him even more determination to fix it. To change things. To make it right.
Finley is rubbing herself against the back of Sholmes' legs. Trying to help comfort him, as well. ]
If this place won't give us any kind of light, we'll make it ourselves.
[ He is so determined in his tone. To see the two struggling. Wanting to make their own paths. What Susuato was trying all along. Just because an attempt didn't go through as a success doesn't mean they shouldn't keep trying to throw the system. ]
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[Sholmes turns...and stares, horrified. Sorry, Kotetsu, he's turning out of the hug, panicked.]
G-Get out of there! Quickly!
[THIS IS SO NOT HEHE]
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He has to end this. Now.
[ His entire body is tense. Waiting. ]
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[A pink-haired girl is laying in the man's arms...]
[Yeah, tears are coming from his eyes as he tugs towards the barrier.]
Break-break out of it!!!
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Don't get closer
[ His voice is low, almost pleading at Sholmes. Don't you dare leave me. He knows it's selfish in the face of what's happening. But he can't let him go. ]