the prism (
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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He sits beside Kumon--falling over on his ass essentially, because there is no elegant or easy way to sit down when both your feet are glued to the ground. ]
How's this: you can watch, and when it starts getting bad, I'll block your view. Maybe even block your ears too, if you want.
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This battle to the death between friends. The gentle prelude that should be to summer, but instead...]
Thanks... I'll look away.
[Kumon knows himself well enough, that if he had to watch that he wouldn't be able to stay conscious.]
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His anxiety is spiking as he takes in a shuddering breath.]
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That's the conclusion of this first act.]
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That... Is not the Atsushi he's come to know. This is that refraction again.]
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He pushes the thought away, swallows the nausea down, and clamps his hands even tighter around Kumon's ears. Like if he just presses hard enough, that'll fix everything. ]
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He clings onto one of his arms, tears starting to well up.
That feeling of wanting to hurt somebody else isn't real, this is the Prism messing with them again. ]
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So, jaw clenched, he's just gonna. drop his head onto Kumon's shoulder. ]
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The anxiety is still there, obvious, loud and just at the edge of bad enough to faint. ]