WEEK TWO: EXECUTION

[hellscapes]

Hello, deadlings.

You really could have voted for anyone, but very noble of you to pick the culprit. Lucky you, the weekend "fun" isn't over just yet.

On Sunday morning, you'll soon hear a sound coming from the dock. There's a large ferry waiting for you, and even if you resist you'll eventually find yourself compelled to climb aboard and set off on a short voyage. The islands around you look fairly blurry, but you don't go very far before you stop at a slab of land with two large buildings stationed. You won't be able to look at the one on the right now, the one you've come to know as the trial bar. Instead, your feet navigate you to the building on the left as the door creaks open. On your way in, you notice some posters hung beside the door, advertising today's event.

Inside is a bar. It's pretty swanky in comparison to the others you've seen, tables and chairs arranged comfortably for everyone to have a seat and spread out however they'd like. The bar is fully stocked with all kinds of alcohol along with an arrangement of bar food for anyone who's feeling a bit peckish. At the head of the room, there appears to be a stage washed in red lights with a wide area for performances.

At a table in the corner all six demons are gathered around.

-Bloody Mary and Midori are seated together, staring intensely at the stage.
-Blue Hawaiian and Malibu Sunset are draped over each other, phones in hand and slightly covered by Cosmopolitan.
-Rosé is seated nearby, looking impatient.

As you find your seats and get yourself something to drink, darkness begins to fill the bar and a banner unfurls over the stage.

TODAY'S PERFORMER:
LAVI
10AM
Enjoy the show

No matter where you look, you will find that Lavi is not amongst you. But there isn't time to look further before the lights dim and the curtains draw.

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[toyska]

[NOT THESE PERSONAL ATTACKS damb. Childe stays this time, though; even at the sounds of familiar faces, even at the sight of a shadow vampire child or whatever is happening there,,,

But regardless, he remains where he is, impassive.]

[psynchronise]

[ i believe this 100% ]

[tearduct]

[Well, he left the last time so fast just so he didn't have to see anything, so he can't judge her at all.

He glances at her, thinks about letting it be... but then reaches out to catch her by the upper arm gently. He squeezes it briefly, then lets her go.]

[greatvalue]

[Mood. He very carefully puts a hands on her arm, wherever she's not injured, keeping his eyes on the stage. This is fine.]

[hardrocklife]

[Yeah, that's not cool, shadows.]

Look, you don't have to stay and watch...

[... Because they might not be finished yet.]

[reignite]

[ me running in late with starbucks, but Uriel is here observing everything (except uhh whatever is happening in the peanut gallery with itto help)

she gives the execution itself her undivided attention, holding a red fluffball in her arms with a trembling hand. ]

[ontrend]

Sorry, dude, but we really don't want to see you end up dying of bloodloss too... I think this is definitely something you should wake someone up about if it happens again.

[refate]

[ it's fine. it's fine, he's not budging right now. he'd regret not seeing it through, even with the stray peanut gallery attacks. these are the worst, actually. at least lavi is going down swinging? (no, still bad)

he rolls the little black orb into his right hand for safekeeping and gives her his left if she wants it. ]

[ontrend]

[sorry was.

was that his own voice. is this place using his words against lavi??

he looks equal parts horrified and outraged while i cRY ABOUT EXECUTION QUOTES and desperately try to find something to eat before i have to get back to work]

[selfdestructs]

[ yes, he would regret it, so she's glad he is deciding to stay.

and she will absolutely hold paw. gives his hand a squeeze. ]

[birdeater]

[ One after another tiny voices begin to trickle in as Junhyeong remains stunned in front of the shadow, watching as she laps desperately at the floor like it was the first meal she’s had in weeks.

It’s all thanks to you that I’ll have a new mama and papa!

I’m going to a new orphanage to be adopted!

I’ll be sure to come back and visit you and Dohwa!

And just as he thinks he can ignore them, these voices of young girls and boys mix into a single chant: MEAT. MEAT. MEAT.

Another voice follows, coy, as if to purposely antagonize the scene even further.

Look at the life you gave everyone with your own two hands, Junhyeong.

That, along with the punch that connects against his jaw seems to wake him. A hidden rage, an alarming amount of disgust, and an overwhelming sense of humiliation. ] Why? [ He growls, spitting out blood as the fangs, similar to a spiders maw, twitch and extend. ] Why!?

[ He then reaches out to grab Lavi by the collar of his uniform with both hands, shaking him aggressively. His words are full of venom, each struggling out of his throat as for a moment his voice breaks; clear as day, this is the last thing he wants to hear.

The last thing he wants to do, wants to commit — he’s so sick of hurting everyone and everything around him. ]

Why couldn’t you leave me alone!? Why couldn’t any of you just leave me the fuck alone!?

[ The shadow slowly stands behind him, again twisting into shape. A woman with long hair and the tail of scorpion, with large pinchers that nearly touch the ground. The heat of his anger has him swinging another punch at Lavi’s jaw, just in time for the shadow to finally strike — the tail extending out swiftly out to search and coil around Lavi’s waist. ]

[engineers]

[ lmao this is miserable, huh. all of this is terrible. now that itto's not going to bleed out on the floor, probably, lu bixing's going to hang out with uriel and presumably also ljh 2.

he makes a little bit of a face, as the use of the kind words of others, starts, at the bookman - gramps, lavi had called him, so affectionately, and swallows down a lump in his throat. ]

Incredibly emotional, again.

[bookpapers]

[The blow snaps Lavi's head back, and he coughs out blood -- shadows mixed within, the words bright and fiery, the same shade of Gideon's hair (You should've never been in that position to begin with.)

Oh god, he's so tired. I want to die, he thinks. I want to live. He can't breathe, the tail coils around him, squeezing -- at once pinning him into place and holding him aloft. Tuuri's words, slicing into his thigh, letting him bleed -- Everybody here loves you, Lavi.

No more, please, no more. He reaches up to put a shaky hand over the one curled around his collar. The other sliced by Harrow's voice, I don't care whether or not you're a good person, frankly.]

...Sorry.

[Jingheng, grieving. I know... I know you.]

I wasn't supposed to matter.

[Another slice down his back, Bixing murmuring, Don't just amount yourself to one misstep when you've already run most of the way to the finish line.

...Is this the finish line? Getting close to everyone, dragging them all down with him?

There's an ominous snap as the book closes, and then Lavi's shadow morphs into a serpent of fire, twisting as it lunges for Junhyeong --]

[refate]

[ he can't feel it, but it's fine. because he squeezes on and doesn't stop as the words keep coming, as junhyeong lashes out in pain.

as lavi apologizes, i wasn't supposed to matter. ]

[polyglotti]

[She appreciates it, Hunter.

But as soon as she hears her words being used against Lavi, she takes in a sharp breath and tenses up. She had been expecting it, knowing the conversation they had last night, but it's still upsetting to see happen.]

[outsidebones]

[yeah, that one feels bad, huh? she's sitting over here on her own now just being extremely sad about that one, rubbing her face a little in a casual way that's just casual.]

[polyglotti]

I know, but he's my friend.

[She can't abandon her friends, even at a moment like this.

Of course, then her own words are being used against him, and that just makes her bite her lip and look upset. How dare the shadows hurt Lavi like this?]

[engineers]

[ just very gently putting a hand on kon's back. i wasn't supposed to matter; hearing his own voice layered over the top makes it worse. ]

[refate]

[ it's - bad. this whole thing is just miserable to watch. he doesn't make to call harrow out on the totally casual gesture that is nothing more than casual, though. that's not a cool thing to do. ]

[refate]

[ thanks, dad. his shoulders hunch a little, but he doesn't shrug away. ]

[selfdestructs]

[ wow. hearing that hurts and she hates it. all of this sucks actually!!

she just grips his hand more. ]

But you do matter, stupid...

[ she would really prefer to yell that, but she just says it at normal volume... ]

[birdeater]

[ Fingers curl into the fabric of his collar, the other hand forming into a fist as he continues to wail blow after blow at Lavi's face. Anger coursing through his veins, a vicious glare that dares to pierce into the man as the tail coiled around him squeezes. ]

But! You! Do! [ Every word is followed by another punch. ] Shut the hell up! You can't just walk into everyone's lives and expect not to matter! [ His throws become more extended, more drawn out, more fatigued. There's blood in his mouth as the shadow behind raises a massive pincher.

Hey, Junhyeong, when we're older let's go far away from here. ] The second you... the second you open your mouth... You don't just say shit to get on their good side! You care about them, don't you!?

[ You're all I have, y'know? My only friend. ]

They care! They care! Every last one of 'em looking right now care about you! And I --

[ The serpent lunges towards him and he feels the heat of it burn against fabric and skin, instinctively drawing his hands up and putting distance between himself and Lavi.

And as he does, the large scorpion pincher descends down towards Lavi's middle. ]

[bookpapers]

[Stop. He can't mouth the words, but he wants Junhyeong to stop. Stop. Stop. With every blow, more words appear, jagged on Lavi's skin. Rynlan's -- There's nothing I want to get from it that'd be worth seeing you die and knowing I chose you for it. But he's dying now, isn't he?

I have to admit you were one of the better ones here. But he's barely worth it, right Ryo? Childe, holding up a glass. All of us here are a little self-centered, I'd say. I think you've earned the right to be, all things considered. Then can he die? He can get stabbed and hurt, but not like this -- not from a voice that isn't his shadow's, and instead is Junhyeong's, screaming at him. Telling him the words he doesn't want to hear the most,

The abrupt shove makes him lurch, the heat of the serpent sears across his skin the same time as Rosé's voice impales him in the arm.

What makes you say that? You don't think with a do-over, you could change something?]

I -- [and then the pincer lands, stinger slashing right through his abdomen, and he coughs -- gasping in pain. The serpent twists back into nothing, shadows draining to only form words on the floor. So you have to breathe, Lavi. Breathe with me. He can't breathe though. This won't be goodbye forever, just for now. But... It's alright, Lavi.

he lands on his hands and knees, moving his face away from the stage.

Scaramouche, quiet. You really are unlucky, aren't you? Well, of course. He's known that since forever.

Then, In the end, whatever's going inside of you is irrelevant, whether it's pain or numbness. Your actions are more important. A flicker of something runs through Lavi's veins, even as the rest of him winks out.]

This was -- really embarrassing, but... [...] Sorry, and thanks.

[It wasn't drawn out, and it's over. He can be grateful, he thinks, for all of it. He closes his eyes, and lets himself land on the stage.]

[hardrocklife]

[He won't argue. He looks back to the stage...

And as expected, one of the next voices is Tuuri's.]

[toyska]

[rude]