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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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Diluc knows what he is doing with these questions...
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[Sorry, Kaeya... you know how she feels about Spike though. It's all coming out as anger, but she's really starting to stress about this.]
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Do you imply Diluc's character to be so low, Alisaie?
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Kaeya. Miss Alisaie. Stop.
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[ not directed at either of them in particular, but. ] Speak of this after if you must.
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He knows nothing about who Spike truly is. I don't know Diluc well enough to know if he cares to.
But if Spike loved you, you'll know what Hell he went through. And why he might not be sorry about killing someone who reinforced all the things they told him there.
That's not petty. I won't call it reason, but it's not petty.
I cannot judge Diluc's character, but I will judge his words.
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Do not. Say. Love.
[ firmly. ]
Alisaie. We will talk about this later. I will not give you whatever fight it is you desire in this moment.
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...Blue, what is he doing?
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I don't know, Power... but it is as I said. I can only trust in him.
I have no better answer for you.
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It better not be something bad.
[ You know. Like Spectres. ]
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Sir, we may have some bad news about your vigilante boyfriend.]
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But it hurts to be rebuked by somebody else close to her, for caring too much, for not standing there silent and stoic and like this isn't going to destroy her.
And then Diluc says he's not killing Spike. That it would be too merciful. And her head snaps back up to look at Kaeya, every ounce of her grief and fear and anger visible in her expression.
She's not saying anything. But didn't Diluc just prove everything she was worried about correct?]
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