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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[brotograph]

[ he's removing his hand from his mouth. ]

Sorry... borrowing your shoulder.

[ turning his head against him to cough and cough. his other hand is pulling out his phone and sticking it in his hoodie pocket. just going to look between what's happening and looking at his screen. ]

[dms]

It's fine.

[ glances at prompto with a frown though and leans closer to whisper something. ]

[brotograph]

[ ignore the black and grey petals. just pulls his phone out to let him see. ]

[dms]

[ ...he turns away to cough after seeing what's on the screen. ]

[brotograph]

[ looking at the execution and coughing up flowers again. this is terrible. everything is terrible. ]

[dms]

[ after stuffing some petals into his pocket, kazu tugs him a little closer to whisper something else, hand shaking a little as he does. ]

[brotograph]

[ bumping his head against his shoulder a moment. his gaze drifting to his pocket again and then to clarte.

he's talking quietly to him in-between his coughs. ]

[brotograph]

[ now they be chained ]

[dms]

[ he coughs a little harder as that feeling sets in, and a few peach colored petals flutter to the ground. ]

[brotograph]

[ he's holding him tighter as he feels the weight pressing down. ]

[dms]

[ fights that feeling to put his hand on prompto's arm, keeping his voice low. ]

It's just an illusion.

[ maybe not for clarte, but for them, at least. ]

[brotograph]

[ he can if he wants ]

Yeah, I know... being restrained doesn't bother me. [ he hasn't been [redacted] in his world yet ] I'm more worried about you and everyone else.

[dms]

[ he like. glances at danny and kumon, at hot pants, at nogiku, and shakes his head. ]

I'm fine. [ ... ] As much as I can be.

[ the orders clarte hears next, though... it makes him flinch, and start coughing again. ]

[brotograph]

[ yikes yikes yikes

he's hacking up petals again. leaning against kazu as he pulls him close ]

This... fuck.