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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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oops.
he grips tight, desperate, gasping a little himself from the exertion and the cold. he doesn't-- he can't die like this. he'll accept the revenge kill he knows is coming, if it comes to that. he'll take anything but this stupid fucking pen fight this camp forced them into, that denied him being killed by someone who had a better reason to revenge-murder him or someone he liked well enough not to fight.
he doesn't even duck away from the thumb taako jabs at him, still grappling with him as he yells in pain.
i don't know if i want to fight, he'd said last night. after this all started, he discovered he did.]
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Taako gasps - or, actually, he would gasp, if he had any airway left, but he doesnât. So. He doesnât make any noise, except the panicked scrambling in the snow and making one last bid for freedom. His hands scramble for purchase on anything, snow, a mysterious axe that appears out of the ether to save him, a gun that came from fucking nowhere, and when none of that appears, he hits on the pen still deeply embedded in his thigh.
You get to reroll to escape a grapple every turn you know.
Grabbing the end thatâs still sticking out of his leg, he yanks - heâd scream again if he could (but, as noted, no airway) - leaving a gush of blood on the snow.
Then he slams the pen as hard as he can into the side of Nie Huaisangâs neck. Pointy side first. Abra-ka-fuck you, bitch?]
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maybe. he'll find out later.
because he's definitely not expecting taako to have the strength left to yank that pen out, much less to jab it into his fucking neck! it sinks in with a strangled sound from him, and he quickly lets go, falling back and trying to scramble away from taako now.
it hurts. it fucking hurts-- will he die from this? can he? the panic sets in, and in the midst of it he can't think of anything like how you're probably not supposed to pull it out. desperate instinct kicks in that says something is in me that needs not to be in me and he reaches up, with a faint little wheeze of pain as he touches it...
pulling it back out should help him bleed out faster, right, if it hit the right spot? jae? jae. you're going to tell me i'm wrong but it's happening.
blood spills onto the snow as he flings the pen away, and he at least has the presence of mind to press a hand against his neck to try to stop it.
it's not going to be immediate, but he can't bring himself to try to speak after that throat stab, just tilting forward, his other hand propping him up. he's shaking visibly, now, probably not just from the cold.]
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Just watching Huaisang, every breath raspy, seconds stretching into infinite minutes. His voice is wheezing when he finally finds it.]
Shit! Shit, fuck, I'm sorry, oh fuck, why, why friggin' pens, just-- Just fucking die already!
[BEGONE, THOT.]
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he can tell, from the dizziness and the blood spilling from him, that this is going to be it. so he just... he ignores taako, because what else is he going to do, kill him? come snap his neck and end it quicker, he doesn't mind. he won't care.
nie huaisang is focused elsewhere, instead, turning to beau; this is exactly what he didn't want her to have to see, much less to do, but they used to have an agreement. he wishes they could have kept it, even if it would have been terrible. she can't move, but...
he tries. he's lightheaded, he's getting faint, he's... he was already freezing, so he can't tell much of a difference there, shivering as he tries to move closer to where she is. he just-- he wants to be there, after they didn't get to be close last night, didn't get to this morning and won't now. neither of them knew friday night was the last time.
his knees hit the snow again before he can reach the edge of the ring. a part of him is reminded, in that moment, of something years ago. of himself, screaming, hurrying toward nie mingjue. of his brother collapsing before he could reach him one last time.
so this is how they all die, is it?
nie huaisang falls forward as his vision starts to go dark, one arm outstretched. he can't reach.
he manages a small smile anyway, tears pricking his eyes. he tried. she knows he did.
it'll take a short time after he's fallen unconscious, red soaking the snow beneath his throat, but-
nie huaisang is dead.]
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The other Directors accompany Shadows as they carry his body off toward the gray cabin; only then will everyone assembled find themselves able to move.
They're all free to go.]
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Taako doesn't watch any of this - he doesn't want to, doesn't even consider coming over and trying to make it faster, because he's gotten this far and it'll be over soon enough, right? Haven't they asked enough of him? He feels empty, cold, and he won't give any more pieces of himself away, even as a mercy. Curling his knees up, arms wrapped around them - ignoring the pain and the blood and burying his face against his knees, shoulders quaking with something, though it's hard to tell exactly what. Laughter, tears, just the general release of anxiety and fear all at once?]
. . . Begone, thot.
[Then he laughs to himself, just a bit.]
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Hey. Sup, homie. I did a murder.
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I saw! With a pen! Not bad!
[Despite the smile, he's still kind of shaky. This hasn't been his favorite day? A lot of emotional trauma? But he's respecting Taako's desire to pretend this was no big deal in public.]
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Okay, cool, I'm gonna take a nap now.
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Want to give me ten minutes to look you over, first?
[ taako. please. your 12 hit points ]