First Execution

[lesmodsalouette]

Execution

Ish, your local Witch of Ruin, promised a conclusion to his carnival. So it should come as no surprise that when the clocks strike noon on Sunday, you find yourself magically transported into the Promenade of Reflexion. The hall has been perfectly restored, the glass prismatic and shining, as it was before death befell you. There is only one addition you will find specially for today: a beautiful row of ornamental chairs on the right side of the long hallway. With their handstitched hyperealistic animal patterns, they seem a little too fancy to be meant for actual use, but don't let that stop you from sitting comfortably.

But whether or not you decide to sit or stand, you'll all soon make the same observation. All mirrors, regardless of their position in the room, are reflecting two individuals perfectly. A reflection not of here, but of a grassy field somewhere. The first figure is Chu Wenshan and the second figure is too blurry to make out, though it grows clearer by the second.

Any attempt to leave the Hall or to try to enter the mirrors themselves is fruitless; you are mere observers to this battle to the death. Strangely, the Witch you've come to hate isn't seated with you. Instead, dark and purple snakes encircle the perimeter in his stead.

(( OOC: Welcome to your Execution! The comment section is split into two parts. The actual execution subheader is solely for the executioner and culprit, while the audience subheader is for all your reaction needs as that thread unfolds! ))

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AUDIENCE

[lesmodsalouette]

[remainsilent]

[ He does spare the unusual chairs a look and frowns. He's good with just standing with his arms crossed and eyes trained on the mirrors ]

[remainsilent]

[ Stepping a bit closer at actually seeing his suitemate's power.

Ah.

His hand lifts to touch the mirror. It makes him feel longing for a place that was once was home. ]

[allrounder]

[ G’raha chooses to forego sitting in one of the chairs in favor of peering into the mirrors, arms crossed and mouth set into a deep frown. He’s angry that they have to be here, that this is happening at all, but with everything laid out like this… there is nothing he can do.

Being simply an observer is something he can’t stand. ]

[allrounder]

[ He watches as a wave crashes against the mirrors and the meadow falls victim to the waves, now the seafloor for the ocean.

Hmm. ]

Magicks…

[ So they can, in fact, have their powers back whenever Ish feels it’s to his purpose. ]

[distain]

[Andrew is here, somehow, in a full coverage dressing gown, looking more spry than she has any right to be but sweat-dotted and clad in the rosy flush of someone who's a little overexerted.

She will not be answering questions about yesterday and may actually flat-out ignore you. This is neither the time nor the place.]

Re: AUDIENCE

[perfectpower]

[Well then! He's just going to take a seat. He's not exactly excited about this execution, but he'll become more worried once he realizes what's going on.]

[cleansheets]

[ Though he can't actually fuck off and leave, Angelo is standing by the door, in the stiff body language of someone extremely used to standing at attention.

He doesn't look great, he clearly hasn't slept much at all, but he's preened as expected of him and smells, as always, beautifully of roses. ]

[antline]

[Sariel is slouched in his chair, gangly limbs and all...and his eyebags are more prominent now.]

[He's staring dully at the scene in front of him, though he looks like it pains him to do so.]

[spotsalone]

[ Hickey's never seen anything like a television before, so he takes a moment to inspect the strange reflection, rapping on the glass with his knuckles. Huh. More magic, he assumes, but how odd.

He takes a standing spot near the back of the crowd as the festivities begin. ]

[oncefallen]

[Vanis is here, his usual easy smile replaced with a decidedly more somber expression, his skin somehow even paler than his usual alabaster complexion. Rather than stand, he opts for a seat on one of the chairs and wraps his arms around himself, fingers digging into the loose fabric on his sleeves.

If one looks closely, they may be shaking just slightly.]

[divineth]

[Urianger is another silent observer who is not happy to be here or that this is happening at all.

He gives occasional glances toward Andrew to make sure she's doing okay, but otherwise fixes his gaze on the mirrors with arms crossed.]

[fourtuity]

[ Another silent observer over here. Clover doesn't sit, but she stares at the mirrors, eyes occasionally flickering towards the snakes. The stick in her hands is being held with a white-knuckled grip. ]

[snakeblood]

[ Groggy and hungry as hell because he slept all day after the trial. If any of chairs is particularly creepy he'll take that.

The mirror thing is kind of neat, ngl. But he's too sleepy and has a headache for excitement. ]

[antemeridian]

[ oh. so he does want them all to stay put and watch it, then. Homura is a silent observer, but her expression is so schooled and blank nothing of her thoughts makes it through. her posture is prim, her hands clasped neatly in front of her.

certainly, she does not appear to be shaken by the proceedings, but...

(why was it, that Ish encouraged them to get along at first? was it only for his own entertainment? because it is fun to watch good feelings, tentative trust and teamwork give way to betrayal?

or...) ]

[safetycheck]

[ Lili should be a quiet observer, given the vibes right now – she's not going to be loud about it, but she will make a comment when she sees her roommate take the stage with the guilty. Her eyes narrow and flicker towards where Ish probably should be. ]

Coward.

[siffriend]

[ ...

Everyone's so quiet... But it isn't as if Siffrin's much of a talker in the first place anyway, the other night (morning?) an anomaly as their suitemates can attest. They hadn't really listened to The Witch the first time he'd appeared, but slowly over the days after they'd come to understand it. All rituals needed something. Wishes did, prayers did -- it's part of magic. Sacrifice isn't unusual, really...

... but people isn't right, by most standards.

(It'd be fine if it were you, but only if you could come back like normal.

You don't know if you can. If your Crafts don't work, then... that curse, or whatever it is, doesn't either; it was just the world that looped, and you were trapped outside is as much as they're trapped within.

Still. If you had to do it to break the loop, would you?) ]

[thesharpestroy]

[Shiv wishes she had something with a bit more bite that she could say, another barb indicating how Ish could go fuck himself.

But she can’t pretend to be unbothered. She’s being forced to watch a public execution. All she can do is fold her arms and try not to look too long.]

[smdr]

Really getting tired of the magic-y "you gotta be here" teleportation.

[ but fine! she'll sit down. execution. she'll watch it, with two conclusions. one: even she's not that messed up. and, two:

... well, don't need to think too much about that one. ]

[ocenon]

[ Richard's staying pretty close to Ayaka's side, wherever she decides on sitting in case something was to happen, but otherwise his gaze is firmly locked on Chu Wenshan and Hwylyrn. The interest he's exuding is pretty clear on his expression, even if he's a bit disappointed. ]

It's a shame it's only an image of what's happening.

[ With all that they did, it sort of feels wrong that they're a disconnected spectator to this. ]

[diel]

[ yoru sinks into his chair when the blurry figure becomes hwylryn, as though gone were the tears hwy had shed, leaving behind a crystal clear vision sharpened into something that could take a life. ]

... Hwylryn?

[ in a way, he understands. after all they had talked about, after all hwy has lost. but is this kindness? cruelty, he knows, can be warm, too.

fear trembles in him. he's scared for hwylryn. for his life. for his heart. ]

If - if he's not okay after this... [ he shakes himself, clasping his hands together to hold onto - something. ] But he will be. He will.

[the_obedient_servant]

[Chara sits and watches quietly, apparently blind to the emotional responses of everyone else. Their expression is flat and unemotional, unphased by the horrific nature of the game itself.

This is how it is. How it always plays out.]

[arbalestrier]

[Sousuke is leaning against the wall near the entrance of the room, arms crossed as he watches the action on one of the mirrors. Blood being paid in blood is something he understands, but the way Ish has presented this situation from start to finish doesn’t sit well with him.]

[distain]

[So is anybody else seeing the gale force winds and ocean crashing and speedrunning and everything, or is she hallucinating because she's running a 102?

For once, she just looks a little overwhelmed and awed.]

[uiscebeatha]

[ wanders in here Late but it's Important—

Cain watches quietly from his chair. It's a bit silly he can't see Chu Wenshan or Hwylryn, but he keeps his eyes on the meadow anyway. He isn't sure how Hwylryn is supposed to execute him, when he's stuck in a form Cain can easily bowl over, so he watches, and waits—

And when the ocean pours in, he gets it.

The smell of brine is still fresh in his memory—it was barely over a week ago (a couple of weeks now, he supposes) that they fought—the tension and stress and not knowing if they would all see the dawn in one piece rises in his chest and grips him, along with that distinct powerlessness when he had been sent away with Rutile.

He watches Hwylryn as Cain knows him appear, in all his majesty. How cool, he would think in awe, if he didn't know they almost killed the twins. If he didn't know how badly he hurt Rutile. But he knows, and he has mixed feelings.

Sure, he's done nothing to harm anyone here (until now, and perhaps it's deserved), and he acts friendly enough, but given his strength back none here could stand a chance, much less Cain, and how can he protect others like that?

(Lessons learned from Owen have only been partially learned, because Owen is Owen and Owen is special, and Hwylryn is not Owen.)

So he watches on quietly, and in silence. ]