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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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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.]
REMEMBER -
The shot rings out, final and true, the choice made by a man plagued by his very soul. Erastis shimmers into golden Dust, fading on the wind. The gun and staff both disappear much like the stake had after they were chosen, and it seems like nothing will be left behind.
And that includes the executed, Spike's body turning to Dust like much his daemon - and then there's nothing left.
Spike is dead.
The laughter from before returns, echoing, before the unknown but newly familiar voices turn to song again:
enough to defy whatever fate brings.
but devotion can take it one step too far,
then again, he never knows where the lines are.
what he wanted most was simply to be seen,
an equal, for once, but he still feels demeaned
as a monster who makes yet another mistake
but doesn't regret it when his own life's at stake.
it's a fight he can't win, so he'll pay the toll.
for what does it matter, to lose one more soul?
After the Dust clears, and the song ends with more of that laughter, the Watchers will disappear in a shift of space around them. Diluc and Canopus are left alone in the heart of Star Circle.
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his legs shake as he stands alone, canopus laying down at his feet, he looks up to the sky and closes his eyes. ]
Archons...
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polaris swiftly positions himself in front of diluc as kaeya takes his shoulders in his and looks him over once before embracing him with a quiet murmur. ]
I've got you.
[ his brow is drawn, but he does not move away or show repulsion, there is only the desire to understand. we will talk. ]
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he shouldn't have let it come to that, it should have gone different, he should have just pulled the trigger on spike. it went on too long... ]
...
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"Do you imply Diluc's character to be so low?"
Mayhap he believed Diluc's character to be too high.
But that's not a conversation for now--neither of them are ready for that, and she doesn't want to hear any reasons or excuses for what he did. There's nothing that will make attempting to sacrifice Spike like that okay.
Nothing at all.]
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You did that! You could've shot him earlier but you made it happen like that!
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xie lian is here to hold power back, but he doesn't stop her from shouting, just presenting something of a barrier. ]
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He is going over to Diluc once the barrier drops and the spectres are gone. He'll stop short since Kaeya is there too so no physical harassment, just yelling.]
Why?! Why did you do that?!
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It was supposed to be his choice...I just missed a step...
[ the timing of it all really just sucked. ]
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[Ah. So Diluc was trying to let Spike choose how to die, huh? It wasn't meant to be cruel, things just spiraled out of control too fast.
How cruel.]
You mean you weren't trying to make him suffer? That it wasn't all on purpose?
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What a way to go. [ No judgement here. ]