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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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What about what we talked about before?
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Every trial and execution was always going to be watched more closely, the moment we began telling you all that movements were being made to put an end to things. The moment all of us, living and dead, began to prepare.
Which means that what we talked about with you was going to be an even greater danger to everyone involved if it came about - as we said before, any one of the people among us could have been selected, instead, if not multiple people.
Whatever these two are doing, that's their business. But I would suggest they get it over with far faster than they are, unless we would like a repeat performance of last execution.
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I misunderstood, then. I didn't want to do that now, anyway. Good to know this isn't something like that.
... Damn fools. Didn't they learn anything from last week?
[ and since he's close to the barrier now, he slams his hand against it, even if it's repelled, yelling inside: ]
Hurry up before you hurt more people with this. You can talk later, when this is all over.
[ finley also slams into it for good measure, stumbling back afterward. ]
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[
but baraqiel watches kotetsu beat the barrier. and then actually does glance into the execution again, mouth twitching at the corners a little in visible surprise when diluc makes his decision. ]
I see. It wasn't truly about talking. [ they seem to respect this. ]
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...I suppose not.
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I believe I know the route this is going to take, and I would rather you not be caught up in the resentful energy that comes off of those things when the wall comes down.
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[ he scowls. he held sholmes back last week. he understands that. ]
I'll go back to where I was.
[ and stalking back to his position further back. ]
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