WEEK FOUR: EXECUTION

[gatonina]

EXECUTION

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POPULATION: 25 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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[fishingforcompliments]

[It's luck. Luck, not skill. If that piece of hail hadn't hit him on the head when it had, Flayn would have been dead in the blink of an eye. But she can't waste the chance this has given her, so when his hands loosen around her neck, she surges forward, up, slamming her hands into his chest to knock him over onto the ground.

Then their positions are reversed. She's lunging forward, and her hands are around his neck, and they're shaking.]

I am sorry. I am so sorry—

[But she has to live. She can't hesitate.

Taking a breath, she grips and twists in an attempt to snap his neck.]

back to your regularly scheduled feelings

[okitactless]

[It's not enough to kill him--but it's large enough to hurt, and the shock of impact alone would've been enough to make him hesitate. She reverses their positions, and... it's like someone said. Fair's fair, isn't it?

He probably has a little more strength to keep fighting. But anything he could do to break from her hold would cause her more pain than he'd like. She deserved the chance to end his life herself, and she's done so admirably. It's more than he would have expected from certain others, standing outside this ring.

And in truth--

--he's tired.

One of them has to be left behind. Privately, selfishly, quietly, he's glad it wasn't him.

She gets her hands on him, and he smiles at her, just a little. He closes his eyes.

It would be cruel, to make her do it for him.]

[fishingforcompliments]

[That smile hurts.

It isn't fair. She's about to end his life, so how can he smile? He has so much to live for, he has a person he wants to protect. Someone sleeping, outside of this game, who is depending on him and everyone else to bring him home.

...but she has people to protect, too.

Flayn's eyes fill with tears.]

I am so sorry.

[She repeats the words in a whisper, and then twists again. Quickly, and as firmly as she can. She feels his bones snap with a sickening crunch. It's a sound she won't be able to put out of her mind for a long, long time.

When he's still, she slumps over, her body wracking with sobs. She doesn't seem at all inclined to move away from his corpse.

Yamatonokami Yasusada is dead, and Flayn feels so intensely guilty over it that she kind of wishes she was, too.]

[gatonina]

[After Yasusada has breathed his last... the barrier falls, and only the Directors find themselves able to move. Black Shadows, as always, moves to Yasusada's fallen body, and they gently take Flayn's arm to help her up, murmuring something to her quietly. They can't stay with her, though; after that, they carefully scoop up Yasusada's corpse.

All of the directors turn toward the gray cabin and start to walk that way, but... maybe everything's not finished just yet.]