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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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You fucking moron. [His tone is cold and angry, there's no warmth to it. Not even any real heat.]
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polaris yelps at the contact. ]
I did it, didn't I?
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Fuck this shit. He's leaving. If Kaeya wants to retaliate, that's up to him.]
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xie lian whirls from where he was and rushes over almost immediately, and - puts himself between spike and kaeya, his back to spike, actually, holding his arm out. it might just be to hold kaeya back from attacking him back, instead. (because he knows kaeya, and he knows he'll regret it.)
power used to uncurse, he takes on that same fierce, commanding tone - the one of a prince to his knight, of a god to his believer, toe to toe with him as san lang leaps to his side as a qilin, looking at polaris. ]
Kaeya, snap out of it.
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he grabs it. but the grip is trembling. ]
Xie Lian.
[ he holds tightly. ]
Xie Lian what did I do?
[ the brutality flashes in front of his eyes, a moment he can't escape from, frozen in his vision in red, red, red.
rochalízo's head. ] What have I done?
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he stares at him for a moment, expression just utterly heartbroken - and then, grabs the back of kaeya's head and pulls him into his arms for a hug, burying his face against his own shoulder. it seems by force of luck xie lian's ever-bleeding injury effect has moved to his stomach, and it makes it much easier to keep either of them from being hurt any further.
he holds him, tight. ]
You lived.
[ the response is just barely loud enough to be heard, as he lifts his chin to put it over kaeya's good shoulder and stares past him. ]
... You made it so he didn't have to suffer any longer.
[ it's silent, but as the week finally more or less draws to a close, for the first time, in public, xie lian starts to cry.
tears roll down his cheeks, but he holds on, tight, and just lets them both sink to the ground. ]
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no he remembers.
he remembers and that can't be right, it can't be as kind as xie lian is saying as he slowly sinks downwards with him, falls down to the snow, so cold on his knees as the sensation of the tundra is beginning to flood back to him. the heat of the hatred is leaving him, cold and bitter. he clutches back, as careful as he can.
and the moment he feels the heat of xie lian's tears, he lets out a soft sob. the only sob he manages before he chokes it off himself, burying his face into xie lian's shoulder.
rochalízo.
polaris' entire posture shifts, goes soft, ears back, tail between his legs as he whines and then howls, this one long, low, aching. ]