chroma | WEEK SIX: EXECUTION

EXECUTION: CLARTE

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, Clarte alone will begin to walk through as though drawn. All you can do now is watch and wait.

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[She's stoic. There's no expression on her face.]

[Hot Pants watches, with reddened eyes.]

[A few coughs here and there. Blue petals.]

[Mood! Double mood. Hot Pants is always such a mood. He'll shoot over a concerned look at some point, reaching out to gently touch her arm if he's close enough to do so in this weird monkey barrel tangle of people we always create.]

[...She looks over at him, giving him a slight smile as she reaches over to touch his hand with hers.]

[Reassuring. They're here for each other.]

[They're gonna have to be because Clarte's about to kick all of their collective asses. somehow he feels like he should be looking through a screen directly into jan's soul right now]

[Yeah, lets stare into Jan's soul. Jiiiiii.]

[She takes her hand back to glance down at her phone, then sighs, coughing up a few blue petals, mixed with plum. Her hand returns to grasp the hand on her arm a little tighter.]

[JAN WE SEE YOU JAN!!!!! DON'T THINK YOU CAN HIDE FROM US JAN!!!!!

She gets a concerned look at that, though, but he just gives her arm a little squeeze, otherwise silent for the time being. Too busy listening to the sound of Clarte killing their CR, wow.]

[ damien also looks over but is he concerned? who's to say. you can guess. ]

[She looks over at him...and just nods, with a slight vague smile. She Perceives you.]

[ idk if he can reach hot pants from kumon's little safety bubble but he's looking at her every now and then at least. he's worried. ]

[She catches him looking from time to time and just shakes her head. She's fine! Don't worry. Please.]

[ HE'S GONNA WORRY deal with it but he trusts her. they can talk again later, maybe. ]

[ girl he has a hand in his pocket and his other is occupied but he is here in emotional spirit. ]

[wow slut get more hands]

[but she's blinking at what's happening, now.]

Oh. Great.

[ he grows seven more, borrowing power from aki. ]

...

[ hm. ]

We knew this could happen. That's what this place does.

[And now Roxana and Estinien.]

Yes, I know. It likes to rub salt into the wound. Never changes.

This isn't rubbing so much as pouring it straight in on an open sore.

[ he does flinch slightly at meteion's scared little death cry, and just returns to frowning when estinien and roxana show up. ]

[.......]

[She's coughing up more petals now, but she's hiding them, her face growing more stony as she glances down at her pocket, then back up at Clarte, her eyes like steel.]

I really...can't stand this place.

[ after a moment he shifts the hand in his pocket, and then pulls it out holding it out to her. ]

Same.

These have always been cruel, but this is upping the ante too much for my liking.

[She glances at a few people in the crowd, before letting out a shuddering sigh at who is coming.]

Garou...

[She takes Crow's hand, gently, anger and sadness burning in her eyes.]

[ fuck gentle, he gives her hand a squeeze. a strong and firm one. ]

[She blinks at the strong squeeze, but squeezes back - her hand is shaking.]

Not like this.

[Seeing Garou all over again is opening wounds she knows she had.]

I hope...Garou isn't seeing this.

... I imagine, from what I've been told about him, he'll be pissed as hell seeing this.

[ spoon i am kneecapping you in crau2 to make up for my failures this game :Sad: ]

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[ Looking over at her. He has one hand over his mouth to try to keep from coughing, but he's checking to see how she's doing. ]

[She's SMAD but she's doing alright, all things considering. A short huff, but she nods at him. She'll keep watching even if the rest don't.]

[ giving a nod and then looks away ]