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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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[He's also glaring at the barrier, Irene shifting into a crow who flaps up to his shoulder, cawing. A warning. An omen.]
[He reaches for the other's hand.]
Too merciful...? Just...do it. Why...
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But Kotetsu lets Sholmes take his hand, staring. ]
If I had to take a guess, he's baiting it out on purpose. He wants the Spectres to take Spike. He'll probably get himself killed in the process.
[ His voice is oddly devoid of emotion. ]
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[He's frowning. Irene bristles, agitated.]
They're moving for Mr. Spike, not him. Did he...do something?
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Judging by his reaction, I don't think he was expecting it either.
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jkjk ]
Then that just makes me even more mad at him, doing this.
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[ He has more he wants to stay, but just keeps rigid at the moment. ]
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[He's casting his gaze over the rest, but won't let it linger on who he thinks it is, turning and...looking horrified at what he's seeing. Erastis-!]
No...no, Spike...!
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He can't even say anything about this. But it's obvious that the hand that Sholmes is holding is shaking just a bit. Maybe he should look away, but his eyes are fixed there in horror. ]
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[It should never gone like this. Not...not like this. What was this? The man could have been shot ages ago. And yet he...he had to go like that. His own daemon...]
[Sholmes feels deeply sick to his stomach, and he's turning to Kotetsu, embracing him, trying to reach up to turn his head away. Irene alights on the ground next to Finley, cawing and bristling.]
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He, too, feels sick to his stomach, for so many reasons.
Finley remains where she is, but doesn't pull away from Irene. But she's terrified right now. ]
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[And he just repeats his name under his breath. He's here. He's here. They're here. A sharp inhale to break it.]
We'll...see him again soon, alright? This...we'll see them again soon. Just remember that.
[It's what he has to focus on, as well.]
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He nods absently. He doesn't even know what to say right now in response anyway.
But it all hits him like a ton of bricks and he wraps his arms around Sholmes, pressing his face against his neck. He hates this. He doesn't want to break down like this right here. Not with everyone around. ]
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It's done. Let's go.
[He's pulling back to tug them. Come on. Let's leave, partner.]
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