chasma | 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.

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[ he will gladly just kind of. scoop her into a steadying hold. she's more than welcome to lean as much as she wants. ]

Thank you, Lup... I...

Another Sunday... our last Sunday, I hope.

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[a little pause, and then she smiles a bit, though it doesn't reach her eyes.]

Yeah. Last Sunday. [...] You guys are gonna make it.

It gets tiring... doesn't it? Seeing this?

[ a frown, he'll squeeze her hand. ]

Can I ask? Why it is you've stuck with us for so long?

It sure does. I'm still not used to it.

[she twines their fingers together.] I haven't really had a choice, bud. Sticking with you guys - but uh. That's just the mean answer.

[she watches spike and diluc talk, ears flicking back.] I've stuck with you guys because you're good people, despite all of this. None of you want to hurt each other, not really. And if you do - it's because you love someone. How can I fault that?

I've stuck with you guys because you're human. Messy and wild and stunningly human. It makes me feel good to see.

[ oh... from where xie lian is standing, he glances over, and just smiles at lup, soft and gentle. weh. ]

[ ♥ ]

[ thanks, buddy ♥ ]

Lup...

[ there's a moment when he looks at the barrier, watches diluc decline the cigarette with the slow fire of his eyes burning. he looks back at lup and embraces her slowly, holds her close and steady to his chest. ]

Thank you... and we'll take care of you too. As you've taken care of us in this way.

[she hums, resting her head against him when he does. she's a bit cold, and her knees are a bit weak, so it's nice.]

Oh, please. I've just run around making you all buy me things, that's not helping. [but it's an easy little joke.] You take care of yourselves first. Don't worry about me.

Eyes on Diluc, now. He needs your support.