WEEK FOUR: EXECUTION

[hellscapes]

Hello, deadlings.

Well. You caught one person. That's something, isn't it? 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:
SCARAMOUCHE
10AM
Enjoy the show

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

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[nascens]

[nyeh]

[onlythans]

[well thank goodness for the hood and the giantass hoodie that accompanies it because it means there's a lot of cover to sneak a hand around behind him and rest it on his back, between his shoulderblades.]

[preordain]

[ it's a little funny, because as the narration continues, he can count down as its reaches its eventual conclusion. it's almost like they really are just being forced to keep pace to it, unable to escape the forever looming tick of the clock.

ryo looks down at scaramouche's limp form and there's a feeling that hits him, one that's foreign enough that he can't quite grasp what it is. but it makes his mouth curl into a smile. ]

It really is a shame. This place is going to be a lot more annoying to deal with now.

[ akira's voice continues the tale, laced with something that could maybe be disappointment as it speaks, but no matter how powerful the creation has become, at the end of the day, it is only a thing that was abandoned by its god. and as long as it is consumed by this rage, it will never be saved by what it wants-- love.

he holds his hand out, and another beam of shadow erupts from his palm and strikes down at scaaramouche. ]

[nascens]

[Like this, he doesn't even have the dignity of being able to face his death head on, try as he might to lift his arms one last time. The divine hand above him dissipates into nothing, shadows sparkling away into the glitter of a dying star, drifting down onto the stage over the two of them.

At the words, he laughs again - less manic-edged, and this time sounding tired in the way he's sounded a few times before.

He doesn't say anything in response to that. He doesn't feel he has to. In a place like this, between beings - creations - like them, what is there to put into words? Nothing that isn't already left unsaid but understood.

As the blast of shadow races toward him, he watches it to the end.

Chandra's voice, at last, rings out - commanding, piercing through the cracking and shredding sounds of shadows hitting their mark, rending Scaramouche very nearly in two down the center.

And so, the pitiful creation reaches the end of its story, and the end of the story it had built around itself. A foolish thing, born from nothing and returning to nothing, with nothing at all to show for the pointless life it lived.

Scaramouche is dead.]

[hellscapes]

[ as the final blow is delivered, everything seems to fall silent. the shadows wait, poised and looming on stage, and soon all around is the sound of applause. despite the fact that no one is visibly clapping, the sound echoes off the walls of the bar as the shadows take a bow.

the applause tapers off and the shadows stand upright, fluid movements enhanced under the lights. scaramouche's shadow scoops up his body, and without another word steps back into the darkness to take him away.

ryo's shadow, meanwhile, begins to shrink little by little, returning to its original size and settling behind him once more. it looks like it's back to normal…but who's to say?

the lights are raised in the bar and the door swings open. the table of demons seem to be watching before they all begin to move once more. all six of them seem to gather themselves, taking their leave without another word. this is your time now.

as last week, the last ferry of the day leaves at 5pm. everyone is free to linger around the island for the rest of the afternoon if they'd like. there's alcohol and food available all day, and while the trial bar isn't open the island has space for anyone who wants to find a quiet place to relax a little. you've all lived to see another day…enjoy it, for now. ]