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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[baebladie]

...He has all that power.

[ Is the minimal he says, at the moment. Like an idle observation.

Will it do much in the end? Maybe that is the bigger question.

Because can killing assauge the heart of someone? Not always. Sometimes, not ever. ]

[diel]

Blade...

[ why does he always start off with blade's name? idk, he just does.

his fingers clench and unclench like they can't stay still in the face of hwylryn in danger. ]

You're not worried? Power is... is one thing. But his heart...

[baebladie]

[ That's just how it is, it seems. Blade will not complain; it is a proper name of address, and he watches the way those fingers clench - all the while unclench repeatedly, consistently. ]

...Do you believe his heart will be unable to weather the storm?

[ A dual meaning; the clash and stormy waters that lie before their eyes are clear. Blade, however, can't ever say worry has ever been a part of him. It isn't within him. ]

[diel]

I’m not worried about him weathering the storm. It’s what’s after. You can weather a storm, but that doesn’t mean…

[ that you come out whole. that some parts of you aren’t washed away forever. ]

[baebladie]

[ No.

Sometimes, people come out in pieces. As Blade watches matters ramp up, his next comment is an acknowledgement, and then he will say: ]

You'll watch him in the aftermath, then. Won't you?

[diel]

Of course.

[baebladie]

...

[ Blade takes a moment to look from the scene, to gaze back at the other, and then towards the finale that has been written - at that other dragon...as if to silently say, "We'll see".

But, aloud, he says nothing else. ]