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week 1 execution
W1: EXECUTION
In the morning at 12:30pm sharp, you hear the intercom speakers blare loudly across the entire airport, perfectly audible no matter where you are.
Hopefully that’s not quite as long a trek as Saturday for you. All the same, you are propelled by that same sensation to come to the Flight Deck. Your feet carry you past that glass doors onto the outdoor terrace, where the benches and quaint planters await. Why, it’d look almost serene if not for the fact that one of you appears to be missing. There’s really only one place they could be, isn’t there? Your gaze might eventually settle over the runway you can see out below—the view is great from up here.
While you're not forcibly rooted to your seats, there's no way out. The glass doors close behind the last person and refuse to budge, and the viewing glass is just as unbreakable. As for any open areas, the invisible forcefield is working so very hard on this Sunday.
Oh, and because I’m sure this is the most pressing question on your mind: yes, Allstars Coffee is still serving hot beverages and small baked eats, even during execution. That’s what you need during stressful situations, right? More commemoration ASS caffeine? Yes, we thought so. You’re welcome.
In just a few minutes, the combatants approach, as helpful screens light up to further help you understand today's proceedings.
CULPRIT
EXECUTIONER
Allstars——prepare for sendoff!!
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snow: is playing toxic yaoi simulator zone zero literally next to me
anyway we're here now!! side by side as always - kaworu's fucking insane magic shield thing makes strohl jump with the sheer percussive force of the respective blast, nearly knocking into hulkenbeg in the process - ] Bloodyhell.
[ really uh blows a magic igniter shield out of the water huh jesus ]
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hulkenberg startles at the force of the collision of magics, reaching out to steady herself and strohl both - one hand on his shoulder, the other on the nearest object. the railing? a planter or bench? iunno noise ]
By the crown. [ mood bruh. ] At the very least, these things allow us the skills that have been taken - but 'twas not what I expected, this time.
[ everything happens! so much! ]
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and you'd think he'd be like, proud but the first thing out of his mouth is - ]
Oh, he has no idea how to use that thing.
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We spoke of combat lessons for our team. Should have done them the week prior.
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[ okay peanut gallery ]
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[ ideally better than anders before him! ]
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he just mutters: ] With all his limbs intact. [ PLEASE
but otherwise resumes watching like a hawk. ]
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mostly because she comes up short, staring as kaworu glitches. she had been watching him so closely, when he pulled the lance out, that she'd missed them around wiš'adel. ]
Did you see..?
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anyway this also catches his attention. jesus. ]
...yeah. [ yeah, what the fuck. watching him with the lance - and it makes contact! thank fucking god, honestly, thank god, though as he has learned from prior experience (see opera house plan) that means absolutely nothing. he breathes out though, sharp, one second of relief. ]
Well aimed.
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[ she's really hoping they're not going to make kaworu, fucked up little nugget as he is, strangle weesh with his bare damn hands.
but with the bright explosion, she brings her arm up to shield her eyes enough that she can at least make out where they are, hopefully, without losing her vision for a moment. ]
Fie!
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anyway. no, it's fine - he agrees, making an agitated little noise as the geometric field comes up again. ]
Come on. Stay cool. [ kaworu use your brain he believes in you ] Don't underestimate her for a second.
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He cannot touch those crystals, those stones everywhere... Wiš'adel's reaction when we found a false version of it on our group mission was immediate and on alert. If she uses that on him -
[ THIS IS DELAYED BECAUSE WE HAD TO RUN AND DO FLEA CONTROL ON THE CATS BUT STILL ]
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... That means he's aware of it. Right? [ steadily, steady now. something twists in his stomach. justice and revenge are a fine line, and sometimes achieving vengeance, or seeing someone hurt in twain for what you lost, retributed pain, does nothing. sometimes it's made worse. sometimes, it just makes you hollow. ] So he should...
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but she falls quiet, at least relieved to see him getting the knife in wiš'adel's leg. (hateful, hateful that this is a relief - haven't they lived together for these past two weeks?) her gaze is drawn behind kaworu, though, instead of on either of them, directly, because... ]
... Her Highness.
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...?
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[ she answers strohl's unasked question, but goes tense when the shard is driven into kaworu's stomach. aa. ]
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[ he cringes a little bit when weesh fires her next volley, vibrating a little. spoken like a tactician... ] He could get far away and throw it, if he had the aim for it. but that's if he can get that far away.
[ a real plan he has utilised ]
It's not what I would've picked for him, but there must be a reason why it was what he thought of. [ it's eva ] Just...
[ he's just worried, is all. ]
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Maybe he does have experience. [ hopefully... ]
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