WEEK SIX: EXECUTION

[saturations]

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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[daggering]

[ well this was good timing. because the minute those blue feathers show up, vax lurches, half of a step forward - and then coughs up a violent spray of petals, a splatter of crimson red, flame orange, and midnight blue.

he manages to compose himself after a second, with a hissed - ] Fuck this. [ and wipes his mouth. ]

[ktiseos]

[he reaches out to steady vax, when he lurches forward, an arm around him-- his own petals are a mix of blue, metallic, and pink, though much smaller in number.]

...I know.

[clarte really went and did this to all of them.]

[daggering]

[ meteion's terrified scream makes him flinch.

... he doesn't have much to say after that, just opening his mouth and closing it for a moment - he reaches up with one hand to grab his hood and pulls it over his head, and then stills again, practically vibrating with emotions he's not even really trying to contain. seeing roxana and estinien really does not make it any better. ]

[ktiseos]

[that's fine. he'll be here to steady him, still, that arm around him just pulling him close.

this may not be a choice he agrees with, but it's the one clarte made, so they'll just have to wait.]

[daggering]

[ the last one, well. that one sort of felt like it was coming, didn't it? the scarlet color flares, and vax coughs again, just once, another red petal falling into his hand.

after that, he's still, though, now, watching, not shrugging off any contact - though he's still got a hand on vin's arm, gentle.

quietly: ] ...Bet if they're watching, he's pissed.

[ktiseos]

... he'd have a right to be.

[he manages, against that sensation of chains-- he already had that arm around vax, and it's certainly not going anywhere now. it can't.]

[daggering]

[ it's the same reaction with vin - the immediate attempt to push up, to push others away from danger, even if it's an illusion. he remembers quickly, though, and grits his teeth, watching as it comes down to clarte and the girl.

... vax doesn't know as much about clarte as he'd like (me crying in not getting cr with jan this game) but watching, he's hit with an immediate, bad feeling of familiarity. the swirl of color in the shape of a person reminds him of...

... he swallows, hard, and curls his hand into a fist at his side. ]

[ktiseos]

[his posture shifts, somewhat. leaning over him a little more. it's not fully protective, not exactly, just-- closer.]

[daggering]

[ the order comes, and he just - sucks in a breath, and doesn't say anything, ramrod tense, holding back whatever he might cough up in the brief moments between, letting the presences at either of his sides serve like something steady, like a reminder.

(but if in clarte's position, if asked to do that.

would he even have to be ordered?)

sometimes, having an open heart makes you empathetic, and watching someone suffer the worst kind of pain, one familiar that you know how badly it would have to hurt, leaves you wrung out to dry. he takes a shaky breath, but stays there, half hovered over, still ramrod tense and silent, trembling against emet's side with some sort of held back fury, misery, and grief - and the way tears fall from his eyes doesn't come just from sadness, but from fury, too. ]

[ktiseos]

[i'd give you a real full emotional tag but

he's here, as long as the execution as going, but as soon as nogiku moves? he's moving to follow, just gripping vax's shoulder for a moment first.]

[daggering]

[ well

what the fuck

to a lot of that!!! there's a lot happening right now, but - when emet moves, something flickers across vax's face like understanding, and he nods, reaching up to rub under his eyes briefly, and then catching his wrist and giving it a squeeze with a quiet - ] G'luck. [ before letting go. ]

[ktiseos]

[it's fine. he doesn't say anything-- doesn't need to. he's sure vax knows he'll be back when he's done playing bodyguard here.]

[daggering]

[ emet already walked away but i need someone to reply to so too bad

anyway shit starts getting real so vax is going for his glass dagger, but not without a muttered fucking cup - ]

Fuck - [ here we go again! ] Get out of there!

[ someone let the swords do their swurder ]