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WEEK THREE: EXECUTION
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Good morning, Camp Gatonina. The weather continues to be terrible, snow and snow and more snow as far as the eye can see. You all know what's coming, and you all know it means you have to stand outside until the spectacle is over. So why not grab your coat before you're forced out into cold? At 9AM, two hours after the bugle call for breakfast, you will be drawn to the bonfire. Your body will move of its own volition, giving you little to no time to pick up any sort of protection. As you approach the bonfire, you will find that you are not the only one. The Camp Directors and NHS seem to be marching to the same rhythm as the rest of you, their movements stiff as they approach from the direction of the Isolation Cabin. Once everyone has gathered in the same location, you will hear a voice that is recognized by none. "Ohhhh, you actually caught one? You gotta be raring to go in that case. Nie Huaisang, get you ass in here." NHS will be forced to approach the fire, as everyone else takes several steps back to form something of an impromptu fighting ring around the bonfire. "As for your opponent... Oh, I know. Taako, y'know, from the Movies? Show us how it's done." Similarly to NHS, Taako will be forced to approach the fire. Those in the audience will find themselves rooted to the spot, and the participants of the execution will hit an invisible barrier three feet away from the rest of the group if they try to escape. In his dominant hand, Taako will find a 20-sided dice... though three of the sides are now blank. You're all old pros at this. It goes without saying that it's time for the execution to begin. |
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he bumps her shoulder lightly with his own. ]
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If he kills Taako, Magnus is going to try to kill him. [ beau whispers, eye on the peacocking in front of her. ]
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[ ... is all he can really offer. he's not going to try and sugarcoat words. ]
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I can't let him do that, Majima.
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[ that statement doesn't get a verbal response, only a tightening of his hand around hers.
u. unless this is her broken as fuck hand. then it gets a very gentle pat. i hate you ]
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if it comes to that... ]
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NAH JUST KIDDING i checked with flurry and he will indeed catch the glance, and return it with a curt nod, mouth stretched taut. ]
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she leans forward when the two of them hit the ground and a fresh flood of tears start, and she can't help it: ]
A-Sang —
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[ he's not going to ask her to look at him; that's selfish, so very selfish to ask... but he hates seeing people close to him cry. it reminds him too much of painful things, things he'd left behind... things he got tangled into this whole death mess in the first place for.
all he can do is hold her hand. ]
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she holds majima's hand tightly and bites her lip to muffle herself as huaisang stands up and stumbles after taako. ]
He's going to die either way. [ she says, brokenly. ]
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he kind of hates it, thanks!
but it's here that he lets go of her hand, and instead, slings his arm around her shoulder, bringing her in as far as he's allowed with their feet rooted to the ground. ]
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it'd be easier, if huaisang died. that's all she can think about. she's already made her peace with it. ]
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20 happens, and, well. ]
Shit.
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screams ]
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she's fighting the hold now, desperately, trying to break the barrier with her fists - she knows, she knows, but the idea of huaisang dying slow and alone in the snow -- ]