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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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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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'Tis no use, like ever.
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It's so fucked.
Her response is in an undertone--she knows how the popularity contest between Diluc and Spike goes and really doesn't want to deal with others taking umbrage at her words.]
And even were he to win, I doubt others would allow him to survive the day, even though killing him would set us on the path to ruin. But should I find out who cursed him last night...
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On the path to ruin...? What do you mean, Miss Alisaie? If someone attacked him afterwards, if he survived?
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But Xie Lian will see on her face the resolution he might have come to expect from her by this point, hands balled into fists as she meets his eyes directly, her voice just as quiet as it had been when she spoke to Power.]
Imagine for a moment Spike kills Diluc. What will Kaeya do?
If he attacks Spike, I won't hesitate to stop him. And then one of you will seek to stop me. If Spike survives this trial by combat and someone seeks to take vengeance, the bonds we have been forming these past weeks will be destroyed in an instant.
You and I both know that cannot happen.
[But also: If Spike survives and someone tries to kill him, she's not going to hesitate to stop them. Trial by combat, she'll allow; it's part of this hell and they can't prevent it. But anything beyond that... no. She won't let that happen. Spike doesn't deserve death by angry mob any more than any of the other murderers do.]
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Run away, and if anyone really wants to come after him that hard enough to take out two girls for it, that sounds like a personal problem.
[ That topic has come up a lot, lately, for her, just running away. It'd be easier.
Also the conversation got waxing poetic so she's checked out. ]
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And if that's the case there's going to be another problem, another death. If he's intentionally trying to kill Spike via spectre, there will be hell to pay.]
I'd like to see them try.
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[ Like we'd ever lose, Alisaie!!!
Though yeah. Power likes Kaeya enough but not enough that she'd overlook Diluc or him if the Spectres come in and do to Spike what they did to Qi Rong. ]
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[ it's not really about the thought of diluc losing - it's more so about letting alisaie grieve and be upset in peace. the mention instead that it could cause the path to despair was what initially caught xie lian's attention.
he frowns, for a moment, thinking over what he wants to say, and then - ]
...I believe the last thing any of us wants here is to cause more death. I would not allow it, as I would not have allowed Mr. Joonghyuk to actually attack Miss Reze last night if that had been his intention, either.
You are correct; we cannot change what happens beyond the barrier. But we can prevent death anywhere beyond. That has always been my missive - no matter who wins or loses, who is voted for, or who isn't. If people need to be restrained, then people will be restrained to prevent bloodshed.
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But finally she nods.]
Good. He's been through more than enough isolation. I'm not letting him go abandoned any longer.
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I understand. If he is the one to come out, I would gladly defend his life by your side. If Mr. Diluc comes out, then I would do the same.
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Monika looks like she wants to say something when she overhears this, but instead she takes a deep breath and bites her tongue.]
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Howdy; he's beside her, now. How're you feeling, sis. ]
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She's cried so many times since they first woke up in Cittàgaze, but here she is again. This is worse. This is so much worse.]
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You needn't watch, Alisaie.
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No, Alphinaud.
I have to.
[And then the trigger is pulled.
But Spike is dead, not taken.
And that means she'll see him again soon.]
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Not that he wouldn't do the same, were he in her shoes. The deed is done, the act finished.
Alphinaud silently pulls her to his shoulder. ]