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WEEK SIX EXECUTION
week six: execution
and the zest was history
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?
his gaze falls to spike. ]
Not quite the circumstance I would have chose, but alright then. Let's chat.
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[He looks up at Yuri slamming against the barrier, scoffing in amusement.]
I think they're expectin' you to be in danger. I can give you a fight, but whoever forced me to vote for myself means I probably wouldn't be able to beat you anyway.
[He reaches into the pockets of his coat, stolen off the corpse of a woman he murdered, taken as a trophy after a kill that was a month in the making... Hmm, he wonders what they'd all think about that. He pulls out a cigarette packet and a lighter, taking one and offering the packet to Diluc.]
And that's if I wanted to.
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There's little to no satisfaction for me, killing you, really.
[ he squints as spike holds up the packet and raises a hand to decline the offer. ]
What did you want to speak about?
[ as he asks this he's glancing over at this week's choices: a gun, a staff, and a wooden stake. ]
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[He shrugs, as if to say, "suit yourself" and lights up his own.]
Take the gun. I want the staff, keep myself upright. The stake's just there for aesthetic purposes one would assume, 'cuz there's easier ways to kill a man than with a stick, as we both know.
[He smiles, thinly. It's a reminder of what someone did to him, just to rub his face in the muck. He's fine with someone killing him, even torturing him, he won't hold a grudge. But that humiliation? That stings.]
I was actually worried he was in danger from you, you know, after I saw what he'd done to you, and what you'd done to him in return. He said it was fine, that you'd made up, but I've been wary of you ever since... probably something I should've talked to you about, I guess.
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[ diluc thinks it over and does in fact take the gun, looking it over before placing it in the waistband of his jeans. now back to spike... ]
We could have discussed it, yes, but I have a feeling it wouldn't have mattered what I said. That memory is a painful one, for both Kaeya and I, and it's something we've talked about numerous times. I still don't forgive myself for that day, but we continue to press forward and leave it in the past, best we can.
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Fair enough, I guess.
[He uses the staff to balance himself, because, frankly, fuck whoever took that from him. He takes another drag of his cigarette. Diluc might shoot him dead but he hopes that ginger'll have the decency to let him finish his cigarette.]
Look out for him, yeah? I know I don't have to tell you that, but I figured I would anyway. [He glances over at Alisaie and Power, sighing.] I'm not sorry I killed her. Didn't much like the lady, for one, and I won't get into it now but it's not without reason. But I will say, I didn't want to leave so late in the game. Circumstances... a bitch, ain't it?
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he watches as spike staggers, using the staff to balance, what an awful curse. could be worse, he could have lost a whole limb. ]
I will. [ his gaze shifts over to the barrier again, seeing kaeya beside yuri, xie lian, and lup. he's thankful for the support. ]
You weren't compelled to kill her then? What a petty kill. [ his arms are crossed, face deadpan. ] You'll be leaving behind many who have come to care about you, Spike. This is what you've chosen.
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I didn't choose. Angels approached me, and at that point none of us get a choice. I made the reasons why I picked her abundantly clear at the trial, I would've thought and they weren't petty. Even if they were wrong.
I'd never choose to leave them behind. But I had no chance of getting away with a murder I'd actually committed, considering all the murders I nearly got hung over that I didn't do. There's many I care for here, just as many as there are people who've made up their mind. I'm under no delusion about that.
It'd be hard to be, considering all the shit they've inflicted on me. But it's fine, I'm used to being a punching bag.
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What you made clear is how Kaeya seems to be the one to blame, for your choosing her, and that is where I have a problem. [ shakes his head. ] But I digress.
[ he thinks for a moment. ]
Spike, I have a few questions I would like to ask you.
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He's not to blame. I never claimed he was. Never would've. But what's done is done, ain't it? I'm not interested in giving another big monologue.
[He raises an eyebrow, taking another drag of his cigarette.]
Yeah? Go ahead. Time's running out, I'd bet.
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For starters.
In your opinion, do you find free will to be real or just an illusion?
[ canopus mirrors his stance, sitting straight up, a serious look in her eyes. ]
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Questions of that nature, huh.]
Tricky. I think...
Free will's a bit of a pretentious ideal that both humanity and demonkind like to float about. The truth is, in my experience, everyone, no matter how brave or how disgusting they are, they're all a slave to the way they feel.
It's just chemicals, in the end, pushing you in one direction or the other. Like a neverending tug-of-war.
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I can understand where you're coming from, but is it not possible for someone to take matters into their own hands, and chart their own course?
[ he glances back over to the barrier for a moment, before turning his attention back to spike. ]
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[Spike yeets the staff, and looks at it, then shoots a deadpan stare up at the crowd. Do you fucking mind? They are having a pretentious philosophy talk.]
If you're asking me if I believe in fate or some higher power's will, then the answer is... eh. If it exists, I don't give much of a shit about it.
[He smiles, bemused.]
Trying to suss out my team, are we?
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[ he watches as spike yeets the staff and just shakes his head. someone in the crowd is very funny. ]
You misunderstand, teams have meant little to me since the start of this mess. And even more so now that we can see the end.
Next question.
Does hardship make a person stronger? If so, how and at what point does it become too much. And if not, what does make a person stronger?
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[The next question... complicated.
Very complicated. His own hardship made him stronger, and to some extent the Slayer's did too, but...]
Kind of a cop-out answer, but it depends on the hardship, and depends on the person in question. Anyone who lives a pampered lifestyle is bound to become weak and prone to having all that taken away. Struggling'll make you stronger than someone who's never struggled in their life, but reltentless pain and loss and grief? Well. There's very few people who can live with that.
[He takes one last drag of his cigarette and tosses it, crossing his arms and leaning against a wall.]
Won't be long now, you know.
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[ he looks towards the sky. ]
You're right.
[ in one swift motion diluc reaches behind him and pulls the gun forward, walks forward, and puts it to spikes head.]
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Suppose we should just end it now then.
[ as he goes to pull the trigger his aim changes, aiming up at the sky and letting off two shots into the air. his eyes close as he lowers the gun back down to his side. the fire in his eyes bright as he opens them again, and looks to spike. ]
I’m not killing you, that’d be too merciful.
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Heh. Should've known vengeance would be more your style, right?
[He looks at the gun warily, then at the staff. He can't beat Diluc, not really, and that's if he had the option, so instead Erastis just approaches Spike, exhausted, and curls up beside his leg.]
Don't worry, pet, it'll all be over soon. [His tone is soft as he scratches Erastis' ears, staring at the crowd.] Well, ginger, it's been fun, from one monster to another.
[The tendrils of shadow start to creep in to the surrounding area, and Spike just spares them a wary glance before turning back to Diluc. He can already feel their presence, feel the cold chill of it all.]
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[ he's tossing the gun across the ground and stepping back from spike.
and that's when a cold chill runs down his spine, diluc turning around to see dark shadows leaking into the circle. ]
Looks like our talk went on too long, they've grown impatient.
[ he turns his back to spike and faces the spectres head on. there's that sting of dread and hopelessness that begins to fill his mind, canopus scooting close to his leg. he knows this could end in both of them dying and yet he does not move from where he stands.
as the shadows surround him his head becomes fuzzy...so this is it...
Dawn will always come.
he feels a warm sensation wash over him, like a warm blanket being draped over his shoulders, and the dread fades. he finds himself suddenly unaffected by the shadows.
his head whips around to spike as the spectres ignore him, their attention now on spike.
he wants to shout for him to move! get away from them! but it's too late, isn't it....]
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He picks the gun up, wobbling a bit as he struggles to keep his balance. He turns one last look at the crowd, but more specifically at Alisaie.]
You're gonna end it, love. You're gonna fight, and you're gonna win, and you're gonna fucking destroy 'em that've done this to the whole lot of us, and you're all gonna get out of here safe and sound.
[He pulls at the hammer, cocking it, and sparing one last cold glance at Diluc.] And you're a complete bloody idiot.
2/?? (i do what i want)
But he doesn't raise it and point it at Diluc, even as the Spectres start closing in, almost creating a barrier between them. Instead, he looks down at Erastis, who curls up against his leg, just as sad and tired as he feels.]
Shh. I know. You didn't deserve this, I can see that now. Nobody deserves to become me.
[He picks his own Daemon up, allowing him to use his shoulders for balance, and calls out as he feels his hopes and dreams and love bleeding out of him, saying words he believes rather than feels.]
Take care of them all, yeah? Don't make me regret this.
[He puts the barrel of the gun against Erastis' head...]
3/3 (cw for suicide and animal death)
As the Daemon starts to fade, Spike too begins to feel himself start to die. He drops to the floor, staring up in his last moments at the blanket of shadows that block out the sun, and all he can do with his very last moment of conciousness as he too begins to fade is give one last fuck you.
He grins, ear to ear, right at them.
William the Bloody is dead.]
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