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saturations) wrote in
chroma2022-04-03 11:23 am
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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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This execution definitely won't hit super hard for the two living object spirits watching it.]
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He'll just keep his eyes fixed forward, on Clarte, even as they beg for no one who can actually come to help them. There's a cold fury brewing in his expression, but he burned most of his anger out much earlier. For now, even with the weight of their invisible shackles, he just holds Yasusada's hand tightly and waits for this farce to end.]
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It takes a few long, shaky breaths, but eventually he nods, and lifts his head again. There's something hollow in his gaze, but he turns his attention back to what they can see.]
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[Yeah, this is going to be something, alright.]
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