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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[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. ]