WEEK FIVE: EXECUTION

[hellscapes]

Hello, deadlings.

You were so confident in your choice yesterday. Can you stand by it now? 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. All of them appear to have left behind their work uniforms and are clustered together in a dark corner, watching the stage with various ranges of interest.

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:
TUURI
10AM
Enjoy the show

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

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[polyglotti]

[It's fine. It'll be fine. Everything's going to be just fine.

If Tuuri had the energy to say that, she would. But she feels weakness seeping into her body even as Zel lifts her up, and she knows she doesn't have enough time or energy to say everything she wants to say.

Instead, she lifts up a shaky hand and holds it to her face, kissing her fingertips. Which she then turns and presses against Zel's chest, right over his heart.]

It's a spell. For healing.

[She's smiling, even as the last of her energy leaves her and her arm drops down lifelessly.

Everything's going to be just fine.]

[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. tuuri's shadow scoops up her body, and without another word steps back into the darkness to take her away.

zelgadis'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. ]

[hardrocklife]

[Zelgadis stays there, on his knees, blood dripping from his arm and tears in his eyes.

He's silent and still for several seconds...

Then he gets up and walks away.]