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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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having to watch them both hurt like this and stuck behind like this is killing him. having to know that rochalizo went through hell on thursday, and susato did everything in her power to beat the system while xie lian slept through it, cursed by the magic of this hellish situation, is killing him.
as kaeya speaks, xie lian doesn't breathe - and then forces himself to inhale. a choice has to be made.
(like hitting a switch.
whatever decision we make, we bear together. It doesn't matter who activates it.)
and xie lian raises his voice above the din that remains once more, like a voice out of the heavens, a command with no power behind it beyond his own words. ]
Do it, now!
[ there's a rawness to the way he shouts, a passionate plea from a god who once left the heavens in order to try and stop the kingdom that he loved from suffering so badly, who took a leap back from his ascent without ever looking back, because he couldn't stand idle.
he can't like this, either. xie lian can't stand being in the place of the observer, of the watcher, when two people that he cares about so much have to stagger through agony like it's some kind of sick show. he wants to tear the barrier down, wants to run to kaeya and to rochalizo, wants to summon up his spiritual energy like a fireball and destroy this place from the inside out, but he can't.
all he can do is watch. ]
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there are spectres. and yuri's eyes just go wide and he just rushes the barrier, hard enough to send him skidding back with the force with which he hit it. ]
You have to hurry up.
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it's just utter desperation as the memories of that first execution come rushing back, no no no no no, and this time, xie lian screams. ]
Kaeya!
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but-- ]
Dammit Kaeya, finish it.
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when the spectres start descending, he knows what that feels like, doesn't he? ]
Fight it, fight it, fight it!
[ he doesn't know who he's yelling for, this time. xie lian slams himself into the barrier - hard. he's thrown back, and throws himself into it. again, again, again, the force enough to fling him out of the way.
and on a particularly hard hit, his hands slam into the barrier, and he shouts with the ferocity and desperation of someone who has lost so, so much, who can barely take a loss more than one he'd already prepared himself for, ] Kaeya, if you're not going to live for yourself, then live for me!
[ words he's said before.
words he's meant.
words he means, now. ]
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What the hell were you talking about the other day if you're just going to give up and let those damn things get you? [ dammit, dammit, dammit ]
Don't promise me something then fall at the last hurdle, you idiot.
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it's done.
in a horrible splatter of blood and cherry blossoms, it's done.
there's no relief. he just lets out a shuddering breath and pushes himself back up to his feet from where he'd been thrown back the final time. xie lian just feels like something in his heart shattered, but he has to pick up the pieces and start over. again, again, again.
his eyes fall on rochalizo's body, as the curtain is finally drawn on one of the hardest chapters of this place so far, impossible sorrow weighing across his shoulders like a cloak.
but he looks to kaeya, and he thinks, even if it's only one person, and he moves to the edge of the barrier, this time to sprint to him, and to the gold dust of one of his best friends, when it falls. ]