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WEEK FIVE: EXECUTION
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Good morning, Camp Gatonina. The weather could be better, but at least it isn't trying to murder you this week. Overcast skies as far as the eye can see. No real need to seek shelter of any kind. How lucky. 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 Ookurikara 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. "... That was so boring. You're bringing me to tears. Tears! Terrible. Not even a tie to make it worth my time. I could really go for a nap right now. Ookurikara, get your badonkadonk in motion before I fall asleep. . . for realsies. . . . . . . ." Ookurikara 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. "Who else? Dick Grayson...? Heh, why not? Battle of the boy toys, boom!" Similarly to Ookurikara, Dick 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, Dick will find a 20-sided dice... though five 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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NO—!
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he simply reaffirms his hold on her shoulder, and will only loosen it if she frees her arms for her to take her hand instead. ]
Fuck.
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her eyes are on wei wuxian and taako, still. ]
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he'll be following close, though. even a mad dog can be loyal. ]
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Doesn’t know what to do? He’d been all righteous fury when it had looked like it would be Magnus taken away from him yesterday night, but he’d been granted that reprieve, only for one more nauseating turn on this sickening rollercoaster to unfold. He’d made a promise, he’d promised he’d get them all out of here, no matter the cost, but the cost is getting. Well. Heavy.
He just stares in silence for a moment, then something seems to snap— digging in his pockets for items, anything that could help, an action—
and then his knees give out instead.]
Fuck.
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Hey. [ she doesn't say much else, just. she holds out her hands. he doesn't have to take them, but she's here. ]
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. . . Think I’m running out of pieces of me to give here.
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I know. I know. [ ... ] We're almost done.
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Let's go back.
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Go where? I don’t care. Just leave me here, okay?
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[He'll just stand near him while he sits on the ground, I guess? He'd sit, too, but he's not totally convinced he isn't going to need to stop a fight here.]
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but . . .
he knows beau is close to him. he's acting as her shadow, has been for a while, and so he's behind her as she drops down to try and hold taako's hands. he keeps just enough distance to let her know he's here, but also to give them space.
if taako chances a look his way, though, majima will nod in support, in solidarity. ]