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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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Really hope he keeps it up! Because Monika is looking so very alarmed the moment Rochalizo coughs, and then it only gets worse from there. Yikes.]
... Don't tell me...
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...
[ his mouth pulls into a tight line, but he stays silent. san lang growls, once. ]
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She sucks in a breath, keeping her eyes on the scene before her. This time, she raises her voice enough to be heard by anyone in their vicinity.]
You know, he didn't even plan to fight for his life. What a pointlessly cruel thing to do.
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what's worse? keeping up this game? letting him strike back? or letting rochalizo suffer even longer, under the weight of both poison and of guilt? what effect this sort of thing will have on kaeya, because xie lian knows what kind of person he is - how cruel, how thoughtless, how --
xie lian grits his teeth. his stomach twists up in a knot when kaeya looks out, at the pained, miserable noise his daemon makes. look at me. he thinks, almost desperately, furiously, look at me, as xie lian takes a deep breath and shouts at the top of his lungs to be heard ] Kaeya - don't let him suffer any more!
[ suffering, just for suffering's sake, where each path ends in darkness no matter how hard you fight to stay out of it - it's a situation that this place has put them all constantly in, and one that xie lian knows too, too well. it smacks of the white no face, of plague uncured except by blood.
knowing every detail that he knows, knowing the feeling of being powerless and helpless and trapped like a moth held by a pin, the lid on xie lian's own emotions shatters, and for the first time, san lang snarls and throws himself at the barrier. it's enough to send xie lian stumbling back, but he rights himself after a moment anyway. ]
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Monika definitely winces when San Lang throws himself at the barrier, watching Xie Lian to make sure he doesn't fall — but he doesn't. So that's fine. She did say he was welcome to lose his composure.
What a miserable day.]