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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[simulacres]

[ ayaka is...here. she's close to richard, but she looks fairly composed as she looks at the mirrors. it's only appropriate, she thinks, after basically condemning the man to murder.

her arms are crossed against her chest, not really sure what to do other than watch. ]

[thesharpestroy]

[Welcome to the “women crossing their arms in discomfort” club.]

[simulacres]

[🙎🏻‍♀️🙎🏻‍♀️]

[diel]

[ from where he sits, he glances back at her to make sure she's ok. relatively. when their eyes meet, he gives her a worried smile. ]

[simulacres]

[ her eyes widen in recognition, but she's unsure what to do. does she smile back? does she say something?

ultimately she chooses a third option. turning away from the mirrors, she lifts her hand and gives him a friendly wave. at the very least, she's glad to see him well. ]