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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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She might have done this even without your words, you know. She has plenty of willpower of her own.
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I know she does.
[ . . . but she knows so much more about flayn - her insecurity, her fear, her self-doubt.
and she wishes there was any way for her to slam past those things without... this.]
.... if I survived the gallows, she can too.
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...It would be better, if we were allowed our own weapons.
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she can't find an answer to that, even though kara is so certain.]
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I have been practicing disarming techniques this week. If anyone approaches us with a weapon, please leave it to me.
and her eyes light up in understanding, recognition - ]
Flayn!
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...Good move. But he still won't make it easy for her.
[ and then yams proves him right, in trying to take flayn down with him. kara exhales. that's what he expected, yeah. but now the question is whether flayn will recover in time. ]
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and she's croaking out not to blame him.
and lili is back to trying to slam herself forward wildly, desperately]
Flayn!! Not like this!
[this can't be her punishment, this can't be how she leaves, this can't be it.]
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but just as quickly, yasusada and flayn's positions are reversed, and he relaxes. ]
She'll end it.
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[and it's now that she can't seem to stand it anymore - she still wants a weapon to carve out the pink entity's heart, she does. but... she reaches out for kara's hand now, because she needs his calm too.
she tried so hard to be reasonable, she tried so hard to be fair. she doesn't want anyone to break or die - she never has. everything in this situation is too sad, too upsetting.
even still, her heart clings onto the hope that they won't lose another innocent person today.]
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