WEEK FIVE: EXECUTION

[saturations]

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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[ something sticks in his throat, so kazunari covers his mouth with his free hand to cough. a splash of red mixes with his green paint as he pulls it away with a grimace. ]

Why is it always like this...

[fleshedout]

Some kind of twisted way to make us feel connected, no doubt.

[She's still going to hold Kazunari's hand, focused on the fight in front of them.]

[dms]

The prism takes it too far.

...Is this really how she felt? It's awful.

[fleshedout]

Yes. That's the price of her butterflies, after all.

[dms]

She's always been a lot stronger than she let on, huh?

[ sucks that she had to be. ]

[fleshedout]

[A sigh.]

She's always been strong, Kazunari. All the way down.

[dms]

I know, I just... wish she didn't have to be, especially not like this.

[ and jan rolled a nat 1!!!! kazu squeezes her hand a little as clarte falls for whatever illusion roxana is giving them. ]

Clarten...

[fleshedout]

C-Clarte!

[Ugh, she recognizes that name, and more blood slips past her lips in a coughing fit.]

Don't give in! Don't- don't believe what you see!!

[dms]

H-Hey, take it easy! They probably can't even hear us right now...

[fleshedout]

...

[why are people RIGHT. hateful.]

[She draws back, her breath short, and manages to calm down, but her eyes are sharp.]

Oh, and there she goes. Clarte...

[Right for the kill!]

[dms]

[ he's holding his breath until the moment clarte strikes back at roxana, and kazunari breathes a sigh of relief (it turns into a cough but that's. fine.) ]

She really is going for it...

[ these fights are brutal ]

[fleshedout]

Of course she is. I wouldn't expect anything less of her.

[A weird sort of pride here? But she's worried all the same, eyes darting between the two as they fight.]

[dms]

[ oh. that happened.

glances? at hot pants??? you good??? ]

[fleshedout]

[She frowns, but she's...not upset at all, actually, she's watching this like a hawk, muttering:]

Oh, this isn't good.

[dms]

[ and clarte is falling to their knees now - ]

Obviously not! Are they gonna be okay?!

[fleshedout]

Shit, shit-! Clarte!

[GET UP!! GET UP!!!!!!!]

[dms]

Someone said they have an antidote right...? They just have to make it out first.

[fleshedout]

[It al happens in the blink of an eye...]

[Hot Pants lowers her head with a sigh, her expression pained, sullen, angry ad solemn all at once.]

Roxana...Clarte...

[She's praying that Clarte makes it out of there - and I pray Jan doesn't ask for death.]

[brotograph]

[ also glances at hot pants ]

[fleshedout]

[STOP GLANCING AT HER AN ANGEL MIGHT BE DYING HERE]

[brotograph]

[ HE IS A PHOTOG HE CAN PAY ATTENTION TO BOTH THINGS ]

[chevaliered]