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WEEK FIVE: 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, Roxana and Clarte alone will begin to walk through as though drawn. All you can do now is watch and wait.
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Damn it, Clarte... [ clearly unhappy ]
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... Figures.
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[but if they chose this they better not have gone in unhealed.
he's on vax's other side, form almost entirely composed of shadow.]
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One or the other. [ at least it's by volunteer, though. what kind of fucked up place would it just be totally random. ] ... If they're up there, this is what they wanted, though. They better just be smart about it.
[ echoing: they better have also healed. his other wing's stretched back in this direction though it is much less cloaklike when the person standing next to you is giant. ]
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Can only hope Clarte's regained some of their sight...
[ his mouth is in a thin line as he just kind of leans on bad news a bit more and just kind of ducks a little further inside the wing. he's kind of just a little overly smoky, but it just sort of sticks to him and no one else. ]
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i just wanted a better life for you. the feathers rustle a little. ]
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you ever just have a con score of 11? vax ends up wavering a little when that inside eating feeling starts, and grabs onto percy and emet both half out of habit.
muttering: ] Those fucking butterflies. [ he's been eaten from the outside but not in the inside out??? terrible! 0/10 ]
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yeah these are bad feels!, percy's just trying to keep him steady with leverage from his gun-crutch, though the pain is twisting like a viper, and he can taste the blood in the back of his throat. ]
Not a good sign...
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he's doing what he can, but while he would normally be steady-- well. his ribs are still broken, he's still weakened by the extent of all his injuries. his breath sticks for a few moments in his throat, at the feeling of blood bubbling up in it, and he coughs it into his robe sleeve.
....which also fucking hurts on account of those injuries so he's doing great right now.]
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he's wincing a little at the kiss, at clarte falling over. ] Shit. Shit, come on.
[ we hit 20 kisses but why like this ]
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You have to be joking...
[ because wow that??? this??? hello??? ]
Clarte, please... not like this.
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[he manages to grit that out, against the pain, as he finally gives up on the effort of standing. it's fine. dropping to his good knee just puts him closer to normal person height.]
You cannot let yourself--
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...
some people really do just walk the line between life and death, don't they? ]
Fuck. [ holy shit. ]
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[he says, with a quiet sigh.
his own wings are shadowy, but they're more of an actual wing shape today, feathered. one extends a little around him in turn.]
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[ two isn't a big sample size, but it's enough for a fucking execution. ]
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Fucking wild what those things can do.
[ but, ah. watching clarte... vax gives a little nod to percy. ]
Looks like they'll get to see it this time, too. Least a little.
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[ deposits ruby next to him. ]
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[ he rests his hand gently on her shoulder, quiet reassurance. a small yellow flower curls off of his wrist and attaches itself gently to her hair. ]
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she watches roxana and clarte walk in, gasping. ]
Did they get their sight back...?
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I believe so. Perhaps some of it at least.
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jan's 1 is making me lose my mind. OUR CLARTE.
ruby frowns at clarte's reaction. ]
Oh no...
[ didn't they already go through something like this?? HATEFUL. JAN. ]