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WEEK SIX EXECUTION
week six: execution
and the zest was history

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, in Star Circle.
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 in the heart of the city square. Your three Watchers are here with their daemons, and so are... Spike, 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 Star Circle from the week prior.
Standing close are the Watchers. Baraqiel is nearby, arms crossed, daemon skulking tiger-formed around the edge ring of the Star Circle. Shamsiel stands a bit to the side of Baraqiel with one of their hands grasping onto their wrist as their daemon rests on their shoulder in falconet form. Suriel stands on Shamsiel's other side, daemon nowhere to be seen as they rest their hand on the other's arm.
And then, another party will be compelled to join them. Diluc will find that his feet are carrying him to his destination, Canopus sticking close to him as they travel through the barrier. Once he passes into the innermost sunburst of the circle, opposite where Spike stands, he'll find that he can't go back, and neither can his daemon.
Likewise, no one can enter Star Circle further than where the Watchers are. 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, in Star Circle.
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 in the heart of the city square. Your three Watchers are here with their daemons, and so are... Spike, 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 Star Circle from the week prior.
Standing close are the Watchers. Baraqiel is nearby, arms crossed, daemon skulking tiger-formed around the edge ring of the Star Circle. Shamsiel stands a bit to the side of Baraqiel with one of their hands grasping onto their wrist as their daemon rests on their shoulder in falconet form. Suriel stands on Shamsiel's other side, daemon nowhere to be seen as they rest their hand on the other's arm.
And then, another party will be compelled to join them. Diluc will find that his feet are carrying him to his destination, Canopus sticking close to him as they travel through the barrier. Once he passes into the innermost sunburst of the circle, opposite where Spike stands, he'll find that he can't go back, and neither can his daemon.
Likewise, no one can enter Star Circle further than where the Watchers are. 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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Execution
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First he glances up at the crowd, smiling at those he cares to, and then he turns and faces his opponent. Of course.
It's better than someone he likes, at least. Were circumstances different, he could have killed Diluc and felt nothing, but they're not, and despite everything he's still lovesick enough to want to be something capable of inspiring more than revulsion.]
Well, this works out nicely, doesn't it? Was about time we had a chat.
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as he approaches the barrier he looks to their audience, stomach churning upon seeing the people he'd just been with the night before. he's unsure of how this will go and he's sorry...but it must be done, right?
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Not quite the circumstance I would have chose, but alright then. Let's chat.
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Peanut Gallery
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barrier is getting the same damn treatment as it did last week, blow backs be damned. ]
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Mr. Diluc will make it quick.
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Monika glances over in concern, watching him.]
Yuri...
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flat seems pretty composed this week, watching the scene unfold with a curious glint in his eyes. perched on his shoulder, jack watches silently. ]
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Well. The same combination of dread and resolution had thrummed in her breast, the same as it had long ago with another friend, another fear. "I am prepared to do what must be done," she'd said then, and the same is true now. She is.
Was.
Because it's not her that's pulled into the circle, it's Diluc, and her face shifts from resigned to confused to horrified because this isn't how it's supposed to go.]
What--no!
[Alisaie lunges forward, but the barrier has already risen and, like that night so many weeks ago in the courtyard, the same way it was when they'd first begun to understand one another, her blade reflects off of it, throwing her backward.
Like that night, she won't relent, trying to force her way through regardless.
The cruelest outcome will be to have to stand here and watch.]
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He should...he should be able to do this. Come on, Mr. Diluc.
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As always, he stands and watches quietly, his expression unchanging. Cecile perches nearby as a skua, watching alongside him.]
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Monika quietly watches the events unfold, her lips pressed together in a fine line. Beside her, Pygmalion curls up close to her legs, growling at the barrier.]
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He'll let the others be mad, his heart just aches for everyone who's going to be hurting here, regardless of the outcome.]
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baraqiel stands with arms crossed still, tiger no longer trying to prowl the perimeter of the barrier. just watching, just waiting. ]
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Kinda wish she could just zone out but no… she won’t disrespect Spike to the grave like that. Maybe in another life. ]
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As always, Alphinaud is here, Esmerie in his arms; the carbuncle seems less agitated this week, and he puts on the stoic as ever appearance while he watches.
And he's curious to see how this plays out. ]
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and she just grits her teeth and whips out a smartphone.]
You're murdering someone AGAIN? I'm calling the cops!
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