week three: reckoning

[mygod]

Week 3

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execution

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rest in pieces

Participants

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 Hallowed City, Roth.

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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murder proposals ✦ rulebook

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EXECUTION

[mygod]

[trashprince]

[ all night, caelus spoke with the people he's come to know and care about in this wicked little town. some of them he was cruel to and others he told his darkest, most private fears. he asked for favors. he said he was a vessel made to kill. and as the minutes crept by, as the people dwindled except for those who would not be moved, no matter what, all he could think of was wanting a quiet death.

somewhere peaceful. somewhere among the stars. to burn out where nobody can hear you scream and nobody else has to cry.

that's caelus, though. it's unclear who stands here, underneath the expansive false sky, underneath these orbs that pale in comparison to the brilliant, endless space he's seen while traveling upon the star rail.

whoever it is, they're waiting for something.

his face stays currently impassive. those nine immense tails are writhing behind him, an admittance of the storming energy beneath. the pointed ears are perked. listening.

in his hands, a large rock. ]

[alldoomnogloom]

[ there’s a moment where gale is very still, clenching his eyes shut and concentrating with all of his power on— something. resisting. before, inexorably, one foot moves in front of the other and he marches forward, eyes locked on both Caelus (or whoever he is now) and that rock in his hands.

this is going to go very, very badly. he risks a look back briefly over one shoulder, eyes wide, before he realizes that it’s probably an even worse idea to take his eyes off whatever is in front of him here. duty calls.

he’s starting to hate this city. for all its beauty, there’s already so much blood soaked into the stones, and now yet more still. probably his, by the looks of this matchup. but it is a pretty sky, isn’t it? a thousand, thousand swirling stars. ]

Hello, Caelus. Lovely day, this.

[ clutched tightly in one hand, he has a pen quill. ]

… The pen is mightier than the the sword, yes?

PEANUT GALLERY

[mygod]

[quirkwall]

[ see icon ]

[quirkwall]

[ the deadeye expression just triples once she hears gale. ]

Of bloody course.

[drymonster]

[ :ben: ]

[drymonster]

[ god this might be the worst execution for him so far just because the cringey villain shit is destroying him. he can't believe gale is the person he'd rather listen to up there right now. ]

[undread]

[:ben:]

[undread]

[as soon as it's gale.]

Oh! He's going to die.

[recession]

[ wow cool ]

[recession]

[ I WAS GONNA GO TO BED BUT I FEEL LIKE I HAVE TO WITNESS THIS

GALE!!! ]

[sonorant]

[ she's here. that's all i got. she's here. ]

[bookpapers]

[coming over to stand near her too, though he doesn't say anything. simply watches the proceedings

robin as honkai last standing is destroying me]

[turbulency]

[ Oh, Robin. Glancing between her and Caelus.

Yikes again! ]

[halved]

[glaring at the ruins like they personally insulted her.]

[allomantic]

[no just kidding but she's here, frowning as she waits to see who comes out.]

[flameguard]

[ sunday again... many problems...

when the barrier stops rondo, his brow creases, but he just stays put, one hand on his sword. he still looks tired and serious. however!!! his hair looks nice for once if you ignore all the curly bits coming out slowly. this is the closest i get to a fit check this game. ]

[marauderprincess]

[ she's going to stand as close as she can get to the veil ]

[sootprints]

[ she just finds a place to sit quietly, her hands folded in her lap in front of her. ]

[ablazement]

[HAHA

edits this into a real tag because she's going to get right up against the barrier when it's gale and boil her blood.]

[haematocritical]

[ well.

HE DIDN'T STOP YOU GETTING YOUR HEAD CAVED IN FOR YOU TO GO AND DO IT FOR FUN, GALE.

he's fuming. ]

[sixillusions]

[He's starting to get sick of this damn city

But he is here; he's got a blanket from the house wrapped around him that he's holding closed with his non-Mugen hand, and the bandages on his hands are gone. Every now and then, his breathing turns raspy and ragged, but otherwise he stands and watches as stoically as ever.]

[fanfictional]

[ this is the first time since last night that she's left the pyre. now she stands right at the barrier, a hand against it. her brow furrowed and a permanent frown on her face. ]

Don't take the easy way out...

[ seeing gale walk forward is a surprise. her hand clenches into a fist. bad. hateful. ]

[killies]

[ i just woke up but shh i've been here the whole time]