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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.
no subject
the phrase gets him to stop, as that horribly monstrous feeling rises up in his chest - he thinks about orthax, at first, head whipping to percy in fear and violent concern, but.
... as the little orange object touches his palm, the waves of calm wash over him, and he lets the words, too. as it should.
he inhales. squeezes emet's hand, and ruby's, hard.
and as he focuses on the scene in front of them, eyes back on vin, he thinks for not the first time how fucked up fate can be, and feels the ache of bone deep, crushing sorrow... and the tiniest, basal hint of relief, as he rolls his shoulders back and exhales.
... it won't last for long, though. not until it's over. not until vin comes out, and not until they're all released, the anxiety coalescing lowly as he smooths his expression into something maybe? resembling impassive. it fails, entirely, but he's at least composed. ]