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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.
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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anyway he gestures over at the question thing. ]
There you have it. [ and to the group at large: ] For the record, we ought not whisper so much, no matter what it is about. There are others listening who could use that information, and we must do our best to be mindful of what they can and cannot hear if we are to continue working together towards our common goal.
[ stan the graveyard ]
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[what xie lian said, but also louder.]
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[ puts megaphone to mouth
STOP WHISPERING START SHOUTING ]
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Given that these questions got Mr.Diluc and the others a piece of the bomb in their mission, do we think all of...whatever this is is related to that? The bomb, I mean.
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Who do you think you're talking to, exactly?]
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gives one of his pointy ears a tug, though not hard enough to hurt ]
Ask me, then, before you say something for everyone to hear.
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...How long do you think they have? [ he assumes he doesn't have to extrapolate... ]
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[ because the cold chill and the dread-bringing resentful energy starts to roll in, now, and baraqiel watches it closely. their daemon rises to all four feet from where it was seated. they're both preparing. ]
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[ Why aren't you doing anything about this? What do you know, what do your lil watcher eyes see? ]
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[ their lil watcher eyes see where the tendrils are creeping in, though they do turn their head slightly towards her. ]
Repeat of last week, though it appears more intentional this time.
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his expression hardens, and he adjusts his stance, as san lang steps in front of them, close to the barrier, snarling. ]
... Despicable creatures. [ looks like he's ready to fight, though, in case all spiritual hell breaks loose. another day another goddamn ghost to punch ig ]
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[This is before Rin yeets himself at the barrier so he can complain!]
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If you're going to do something stupid, come back when you're done.
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[didn't they get scolded like, last week...]
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