week six: reckoning

[mygod]

Week 6

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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 Cathedral.

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]

[undread]

[as the bells ring out on the hour and everyone gathers in the cathedral, a shape emerges, appearing from behind the door that goes down into the laboratory. though she's still in the long red and black gown she was wearing the day before, in the dim candlelight she looks like a dark silhouette of something tall and thin, not precisely human-shaped. too insectoid, too segmented, moving lankily into the interior of the church, but still mostly in the shape of a woman with a wide skirt, hair falling down over her face from where it's loosely piled on top of her head, large shapes emerging from her shoulders giving her the look of a bird at its perch. her face is taken up by a wide set of insect eyes, glowing red and unblinking, so bright that it's hard to see the rest of her.

she's holding in one arm, like a staff, a long golden rod with an ornate, sharp crucifix on the end of it.

but as she appears, she looks over the gathered audience, eyes glittering. she doesn't wait to see who else is in here with her; that doesn't matter.]

You've made a mistake. You ought to have sent the little girl. I will be leaving this place, and those of you who cheered for my demise will be the next to learn the power of my anger.

[with that, the dark shapes of her shoulders move, revealing shadowy, large wings. they appear, for a moment, and then she seems to vanish, flying into the darkness of the ceiling and rafters at the top of the cathedral, disappearing aside from the occasional glimmer of red from somewhere.]

[drymonster]

[ well. given how few people are left at this point, and who it is that's going to be executed, todomatsu isn't really surprised to be here. kind of expected it, actually!

so he prepared as much as he could, making sure to dress in his simplest and most comfortable clothes from home to make it easier to dash around, and give her nails less to latch onto. did a few stretches when he woke up this morning in the house they used to share and regretted how long it's been since he last went to the gym.

but there's only so much preparation one can do in this particular situation, and when he looks down at his hand to see a god damn plastic fork as his given weapon once he's stepped inside the barrier, he curses under his breath. ]

Are you fucking kidding me??

[ he shoves it in his pocket; he's not even going to bother with that. he looks around for an alternative while laudna is focused on the audience during her introductory dialogue, and grips onto the nearest candle holder instead.

...but by the time he turns around, she's already spreading her wings and disappearing. cool!!

he squints up into the dark rafters. ]

Hello?! That's not actually an exit, you know!

PEANUT GALLERY

[mygod]

[scrapdraught]

[shaking thinking about how it's only ten of us here watching

Anyway Camille shows up, apprehensive, hugging at her middle. She watches Laudna warily.]

[scrapdraught]

[Immediately on alert when it's fricking Todomatsu of all people, OUR MUPPET.]

No...

[bookpapers]

[lavi is back in his uniform, standing silent and watchful]

[marauderprincess]

[ our many trial hands. she is taking his hand though ]

[marauderprincess]

[ she's here, but her attention is on everyone in the peanut gallery as she chews her lower lip. she's looking for someone in particular ]

[marauderprincess]

[ ah. looking at who is here so far and doesn't like this one bit ]

[halved]

[asa stands towards the back of the group, keeping an eye on the ground, and waiting to see who keeps moving forward and through the veil. this is the tiniest peanut gallery and there are only so many people who could be executioner at this point.]

[concoctive]

[ alfyn walks up to the barrier, though doesn't boil himself, having finally changed from his curfew clothes into... his home clothes, just with a new shirt since the original was ruined weeks ago now. he still hasn't really slept, but he looks calm despite the frown of tension on his face.

and he waits. ]

[halved]

[... glances at him, concerned.]

Alfyn?

[quirkwall]

[ the anxiety and wariness is so real this week

she's staring intensely at the veil ]

[concoctive]

[ he's calm, almost accepting of today, but he does start vibrating into another plane of existence near her when he sees totty pass through. ]

[rhine]

[ ok i know the post says overseers are standing on their own away from the others but WHAT OTHER OVERSEERS!!!! I FORGOT THAT TEXT WAS EVEN THERE anyway she will just be sitting with you guys for this. ]

[cumulative]

[then he's gonna be hanging out here with her, quiet.]

[alldoomnogloom]

... Can I task you with something?

[alldoomnogloom]

[ well! he's here. where else would he be. standing by himself, hands pulled behind his back to simply observe. ]

[marauderprincess]

[ she isn't sure if she should be relieved he's here or scared on who is missing...

either way, she'll come over and offer her hand. ]

[halved]

[...

she will come over to stand next to him.]

[scrapdraught]

[Watching him with a guarded expression]

[concoctive]

[ glancing his way with a sort of wan smile, like. solidarity and checking in on him in the "you ready?" kind of way. before shit gets even more pear-shaped for totty vs laudna. ]

[cumulative]

[he relocates over here, actually, after a while. hi.

mathis doesn't say anything, still glancing over to totty and laudna, but he's hovering by him for the rest of this if gale's okay with it.]

[situationship]

[ Also here quietly watching.