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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[ocenon]

[ He nods. ]

I would be more than willing to meet a challenge like that, if given the opportunity. But I wouldn't want to needlessly catch you or any of the others in the line of fire, so to speak!

[ Though, like... how would that work if they were able to go full-ish tilt there........... ]

[simulacres]

Mm, are you still hurt from those fights? It'd be bad if you went all out, then.

[ actually, it's been days since that, no? to think that she's known him for over a week now.

ayaka stays otherwise silent as the fight continues, until hwylryn decides to go the vore route. ayaka yelps, her hands covering her mouth as she gasps. ]

That's a dragon!?

[ocenon]

Not so much that it should slow me down again, but I should be fine.

[ Then again, it's hard to tell without having needed to fight for a change the last few days (last week? Hard to be believe it's been that long). The countless wounds from the fight with the Archer at the church seem to be mostly taken care of, but who's to say whether anything else should happen.

...

Like Hwylryn going full vore. ]

How many are there?

[ sweating nervously. ]

[simulacres]

He just... ate him whole...

[ with her gaze fixed on the mirrors, it takes her a while to turn towards saber and process those words. how many dragons are among them, indeed? this shouldn't be something that chills her blood, but with her human morals driving her, it's something that she can't help. ]

He can't do that here, though. I mean, we don't have magic.

[ so they're safe, right? right??? ]