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chroma2022-03-20 11:42 am
saturations) wrote in chroma2022-03-20 11:42 am
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WEEK FOUR: EXECUTION
EXECUTION: TRIAL BY COMBAT
Sunday morning starts peacefully enough, until around noon, when alarms start going off on your phones. The dreadful noise is accompanied by a reminder of the execution taking place in the Central Node. You can snooze the alarms at first, but they begin to get a little more insistent. If you're being stubborn, you can probably hold out until exactly 1 PM, when an archway opens right in front of you and pulls you in.
Today the Central Node is eerily quiet and empty. There are a few blankets laid out on the grass for those of you who wish to sit instead of standing the whole time. No refreshments have been provided, but the Residents are already there waiting for you.
As the last person enters the node, an enormous archway suddenly opens. This archway once again leads to an area which is pitch black inside, with white and grey dust falling softly like snow. The chilly air feels even colder than before, and you instinctively know you must not approach it. If you try to push through anyway, something is blocking your way. Smaller tears to the same space open in the air, at the very least. You can see what's happening, even if you can't follow.
Because - once the archway is open, Atsushi and Vin alone will begin to walk through as though drawn. All you can do now is watch and wait.
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she's worried, and angry, and a little frustrated... but it's all sort of blanketed and muted by a sense of calm, which is probably thanks to the amber stone in her hairpin. it's fine.]
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in any case, he'll lift a hand to gently touch her fingers, the frustration miming her own. i know, unspoken as he looks to her and offers her a look of shared helplessness in this moment.
then he'll turn back. ]
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there's a fleeting gratitude as he touches her fingers, and determination as he meets her eyes - there's not much they can do here, but she wants to try.
when he looks back, that blanket of calm has settled itself over her again, and she's trying to project it outwards toward the people nearby. she might not be able to stop the fight, but... she can at least do this much.]