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bellelurette2025-03-23 02:12 pm
lesmodsalouette) wrote in bellelurette2025-03-23 02:12 pm
SECOND EXECUTION
Execution
Like last week, you hear the gong, gong of the bells. Unlike last week, you don't get immediately tugged into the promenade of reflexion. There'll be a pull, an itch, but you can ignore it if you so desire. Mercy, perhaps, for all that happened yesterday.
If you do walk into the promenande, the scene is much the same as last week. The mirrors reflect a grassy field, though this time, one lone structure inhabits the field. A worn, cracked but still standing half oval amphitheater with a simple stone stage. Only one figure is reflected in the mirrors, the falsely accused alone with his wide brimmed hat standing directly in stage center.
(( 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! ))
LOOP 5
The stage resets.
Siffrin stands alone, annoyed, waiting for the other one to appear--
(You think you got it now.)
The stage darkens, spotlight on, and the other appears.
It's a far better fight this time. ]
I could do this all day, [ mockingly at the other Siffrin, at The Witch who's watching somewhere beyond, ] so don't think you can wear me down.
[ The other Siffrin doesn't say a word.
(That's fine by you.
You don't want to talk anyways. You don't have anything to say to yourself.)
Another violent knifing, a continued pressing until the other Siffrin leans at the edge of the stage. They dance expertly away and the original Siffrin moves with them, a pas de deux, cloaks sliced and hats ruined, an endless game of claws as he uses more and more Crafts, uses everything he's got, and this fight
last a lot, lot longer. Half an hour, by anyone's count. Nonstop, without hesitation, an unruly snarl surfacing from Siffrin when the other one ducks beneath his blade and uppercuts him with their own.
(as
long as you feel that tug
you can still fight
it doesn't matter how long it takes
how many times you die
you're used to that
you're fine
as long as you can still rewind
even if it's painful
you can still win.
then, yoru won't be sad. andrew can be your friend. no one will feel guilty. you'll be fine, and
you feel yourself dying once again. might as well get it over quick.)
Siffrin lays on the ground weakly, raises his dagger, and finished the job before the other one gets to it. ]
LOOP 8
The stage resets.
(You stand alone on it once more.
Burnt sugar fills your nostrils again and again. Your stomach aches like it did at the start of the week. It's so familiar, you laugh. Hard, full belly laughter. You don't care if it makes you look-- crazy, to anyone watching.
It's so, so funny.
One more time, Siffrin. Then you can take a bow.)
The other Siffrin appears once more, as always, dyed in red light. They don't move. Their Siffrin does, uncaring of himself in a desperate effort to finish it quick, black stars surrounding his blade as his single eye widens and a wild grin stretches across their face-- ]
cw; gore
Well I can't let this go on forever. I think I'll be able to get some anyway, so— [ the snakes in the execution room vanish as he flourishes his free hand. they reappear here in this other place, as one, a giant serpent that towers as tall of the amphitheater itself. black and purple, a pulsating shadow, with bright red eyes and dripping fangs.
ish doesn't even look as the colors dive down, and consume the other siffrin. ]
Let's end this, shall we? From the bottom of my heart, you truly did a beautiful job. This is one I haven't seen before, so for that— [ the movement is swift. not a teleportation, like he's showed off many times before, but pure speed. his hands are free, because for something like this, he's always preferred to do it a certain way. he's next to siffrin, seemingly unarmed, while the other still has a dagger.
a single tick of the clocks in the palace, in his mind, in this bubble of a universe where time means everything and nothing at all. that's how long it takes for ish to drive his right hand through siffrin's chest with a sickening crunch. the beautiful pop of red sprays everywhere, a blooming rose, a firework in the night sky, all over his purple, all over this bare amphitheater. ]
cw gore https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7nMcmKBoJTw
You see The Witch, breaking the routine.
...
You don't think there'll be another reset.)
He blathers on, he gets onto Siffrin before they can realize it, and (you feel yourself inhale at the shock you feel blood pouring out of you you can
see red
the most beautiful color
you see red you grip your dagger you pull yourself together with hoarse, gargling noise--) ]
Your turn.
[ And Siffrin dashes their dagger into Ish's shoulder, close as they can get off the mark from his neck. ]
/3 cw gore cont
he rubs the messy, hot, wriggling mass beneath his fingers. it's just now, he loves touching them in two ways instead of one. ]
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he feels the blade cut into his shoulder, continue onward. ]
3/4 actually~
he shifts as best he can given his positioning, and though it's not another plume of red, it's a growing red line of one along his neck, a line, and then a stream, soon to be river. ]
I really shouldn't have— [ it's difficult to talk when you're drowning in your own blood.
they both crumble to the ground. ]
4/4
ish, the witch of ruin, is dead, not long after.
in the hall of mirrors, the grounds begin to shake beneath everyone's feet.]
END
the image in the mirrors flicker, like a faulty lamp. the lights go out. for one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight seconds, the entire building shakes, each tremor building on the last.
a color cuts through the darkness in the mirror. a warm gold, at first it's only a mote of color, then a sparkle, a bright ray, and finally a blinding sun. the palace shops shaking. everything stills once again.
the glow fades and there is ish, witch of ruin, undoubtedly alive. standing where he was when he first appeared on the stage. he runs a hand across his neck with an exasperated expression, not a speck of red intruding on his purple. ]
Urghhhhh, there's a lot of worse ways, but— [ shaking his head, with a huff. where's his hat? ah, on the floor. he bends down to pick it up, near the crumbled body on the floor. the one that's still motionless. ]
Do you see what I mean? This is what I get for doing someone a favor—
[ another sigh, and he bows. ]
That's that. Don't bother me tonight, I'm done with all of you for now.
[ siffrin is dead, and you are all free to leave. ]
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Chara can't stop themselves from laughing, a mix of hysteria and triumph.]
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That fucking cockroach.
[ With a "tch", she starts assessing the damage. What a day they're having. ]