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WEEK FOUR: EXECUTION
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Good morning, Camp Gatonina. The weather is, uh, out to fucking murder you. Hail falls from the sky, pelting down on anyone who dares be outside. Seems like it's a good idea to find something to shield yourself with sooner, rather than later. 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 Yasusada 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. In light of the weather, it looks like the directors have acquired... ice umbrellas? Yes, ice umbrellas to shield themselves with. Once everyone has gathered in the same location, you will hear a voice that is recognized by none. "Two in a row? Meh. It's nothing to write home about. Zeeeeeero points for effort this time. Yamatonokami Yasusada, get over here." Yasusada 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, right. A certain someone forgot how to fucking pace themselves, didn't they? Losing limbs is sooooo cliche, but here's a fun and sexy idea. Flayn, why don't you join your new best friend? Loose lips sink ships!" Similarly to Yasusada, Flayn 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 her dominant hand, Flayn will find a 20-sided dice... though three of the sides are now blank. But that's not all. All numbers above 9 glow pink. For whatever reason, there is something about the sight that will fill all those who lay their eyes upon it with a deep sense of dread. You're all old pros at this. It goes without saying that it's time for the execution to begin. |
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HEY!
No! That's not-- [he looks like he's struggling with what to say here, while simultaneously pulling at the invisible restraints that keep him in place] -- that's not fair!
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When was any of this shit fair?
[ he doesn’t look happy about it, at all ]
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[he shakes his head, hands clenching into fists and trembling at his sides, and falls silent]
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the guilt gets a slight, sideways look from ash, right at him. but he doesn’t say anything. ]
All we get to do is watch. [ said. super drily, and there’s anger there — there’s always anger there, but right now? he’s so mad. ]
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[isn't that all they can ever do? watch and hope for the best? fold their hands together and pray that the outcome is favorable to them? he hates it. he hates it so much. Ash will feel a wave of helplessness join the anger and guilt]
[. . . it isn't fair, and he is so, so tired]
[still he says nothing]
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We deal with whatever mess is left afterwards.
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[his response is hoarse, voice pulled taught and tense. but he's determined as always]
Of course we do.
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She can do it. She's not helpless.
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[. . .]
[he swallows thickly, jaw set, hands clenched into fists at his sides. his entire body is trembling with barely restrained anger, but. . . he says nothing else]
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[ he doesn't have to say it. ] Breathe, babe. We'll make it through, one way or another.
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[it takes him a minute to find his words, to reach for his voice among the tumultuous wave of emotion he's experiencing right now. but when he does, his tone is hoarse, as though filtered through the smoke of his anger]
I know.
[he still believes that]
[he is just so, so tired]
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where lili locks eyes with akira to share a quiet look of shock, of distress, of that same lingering pinprick guilt -
before she looks away.]
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[there's definitely anger in his expression, a heated fury that he doesn't try to hide when he catches her gaze with his own. but she'll also see that splash of guilt, the way his features flicker just for her when she looks at him]
[and then he too looks away]