week zero: reckoning

[mygod]

Week 0

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execution

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rest in pieces

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In the early morning hours, the bell at the church tolls again. The darkness from the preceding night seems barely diminished, as though the sun is late to dawn; as characters are drawn out of their homes—out of their slumber, or lack thereof—they will find their feet dragging in a particular location. Following the compulsion is easy, but even those that fight it will eventually end up at the same place: the Cemetery.

It might look a little different from usual, and it certainly feels different; once again, the air feels staticky-thick with magic, the whole area now made into a ritual ground, a veil surrounding it. The veil will also contain any residual splash damage that could hurt the audience, but characters will find themselves stuck at the outskirts, unable to approach further without their blood starting to boil. The overseers are already here as well, standing far off from the others and observing the proceedings separately. One of you will feel compelled to step safely forward.

For the rest, rituals require payment, and so the time for reckoning has come. Observe. Please inform your mods if your character attempts to leave execution once it begins.

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EXECUTION

[mygod]

[shirtbag]

[ from the other side of the graveyard, the sound of heavy boots and gently clicking spurs precedes the emerging of a cowboy-hatted silhouette in the fog. slowly snaking tendrils emerge from behind it, twisting and curling, searching around like blind beasts looking to snare.

boothill is still wearing that pointy, stepford smile. at the center of the crosshairs in his iris, the red of his pupil glows, its radius shining over his face and shoulder.

there is also something... chunky in both of his hands. very chunky. in fact, it would have been hard to miss when he ambled in, because that is a chainsaw. a poorly drawn pentagram is drawn on one wall of the housing.

boothill looks at the peanut gallery. he lowers the brim of his hat. his smile tilts higher. the tendrils grow longer, some of them now searching the dirt floor around the gravestones. ]

Heh. There's no reasonin' with you bunch anymore.

PEANUT GALLERY

[mygod]

[sonorant]

[ there is absolutely nothing about she likes. the compulsion, where it leads her, how it feels, the dread in her heart for what she expects to happen. ]

What more will be made to witness....?

[rimet]

[ Pickles is here and he tried to get close, but backed up. He draws a line in the dirt. Basically a "do not cross" line. ]

[scrapdraught]

[Camille approaches dragging hefty airline baggage beneath each eye. Her hair is mussed and her posture stiff, but she posts up silently near the back. Watching close, mouth a thin line and jaw clenched tight.]

[allomantic]

[taking a step back once she tries to approach and feels the effect, with a scowl. she looks tense as she stands back and watches.]

[sootprints]

[ kate's here! standing still as a statue after she arrives.

it's a good day to not have readable facial expressions. ]

[prochronistic]

[wow! she hates this thanks. which is to say, she starts to step forward, and tries to power through it and keep steping forward, but the sensation of her blood boiling gets her to relent and stand back.]

[engraven]

[ oh well. she kind of shocked herself a little by getting too close so. she's now just Hovering as close as allowed, standing her with her arms at her sides, fingers curled tightly into fists as she just watches to see what exactly is going to happen... slowly, she breathes it in - the staticky, heavy magic - it feels wrong. bad. thanks.

it's fine. it's cool. cool cool cool cool. ]

[killies]

[ she's here and she doesn't like any of this. (surprise) ]

[concoctive]

[ the compulsion and the magic, cloying in such a way that it almost feels like it sticks to the lungs, don't feel great! none of this is great! the cemetery feels like an extra slap in the face for whatever is going to happen.

he stands with one hand over his mouth, the other supporting the elbow, when he realizes that there's another barrier that's been put up and he can't press through it. but he stays close to it anyways. ]

[sixillusions]

[Kanda is here with his sword drawn as I roll out of bed to get coffee... YAYWON IF UR IN THERE I'LL KILL YOU]

[cumulative]

[we're all fine we are all sooooo fine today.

mathis stands back a bit, especially after watching others try to go further and step right back again, remaining quiet and withdrawn.]

[intrapid]

[ karma's here, he's peanuts ]

[drymonster]

[ todomatsu is standing there with his arms crossed, being polite and resisting the urge to look at his phone as they wait for things to get started. ]

[naginota]

[ he will try to get close, but backs off with a scowl at the effect. he'll stand as close as he can without it becoming unbearable, grip tight on the staff of his naginata. ]

[keeper]

[ like an idiot protag she tries to get past the veil, but flinches back as that idea quickly goes south. she might be stupid enough to try twice, as a treat. ]

[segnale]

[nona also attempts to approach, before being made to step back. she just watches, tense and something in her expression unreadable.]

[faithkept]

[I'M TIRED AND LUCAS IS ALSO TIRED but he will be here watching with trepidation after learning to not step too close not the blood boilies]

[flameguard]

[ like many of the others, rondo goes straight up to the barrier like he could go past it - when he can't, he sucks in a breath and stops right at the edge, one hand white knuckling the hilt of his sword.

rondo's expression is serious, and he's standing still, as close as humanly possible to the barrier, though he looks like he hasn't slept well. public executions aren't that strange, at least... but his moment of stillness and cool is interrupted very quickly with a: ]

What is that? [ THAT WEAPON? HELLO? ]

[nyas]

[ ugh, someone didn't get much sleep as izutsumi is yawning before anything even starts. eepy.

her tail swishes low however, attention zoning on the smallest moment anyone makes nearby and or towards the barrier. ]

[underinworld]

[Erin is there, watching with her arms crossed. There's no mood for conversation, for obvious reasons]

[halved]

[asa looks appropriately somber when she arrives. but then boothill steps out with the chainsaws, and she just.

makes a face like she just bit down on a lemon. god fucking dammit.]

[haematocritical]

[ what a lovely day. a man is dying. the cult is out to get them.

boothill has a-- whatever it is that he's holding, because astarion has no clue what that is, it just looks especially nasty. the unknown of what's going to happen makes him agitated and annoyed, especially when he's being compelled to do something when he doesn't want to.



and then karlach walks out and he just gets the world's biggest "oh fuck this" face. ]

No.

[ it's not even a shout, just a flat out 'no'. like no, actually, he's rejecting this reality. fuck you. ]