WEEK SIX: EXECUTION

[hellscapes]

Hello, deadlings.

We gather here today for the most somber occasion. 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:
FILBO
10AM
Enjoy the show

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

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EXECUTION

[hellscapes]

[ as darkness settles around the room and the red lights glow brighter, two figures walk across the stage. the lights adjust, making it difficult to see who they are at first, but a soft shimmer appears around the area to create an impenetrable barrier.

whatever's about to happen...well, the audience may look, but they can't touch. ]

[failbo]

[Well, it's time.

Of course Filbo is on the stage. He just sighs and looks forward. Had many hours to prepare himself for this, and he's kind of sure he's ready. Well, as ready as he can be. Filbo take a deep breath and waves at the one who probably will execute him]

Well, here we are.

[Only one is getting off this place...and Filbo has no intentions for that to be himself, so:]

Ah, attack me all you want. Myself, not the shadow, that's fine. Don't hold back, alright?

[He's not saying that because he wants to extend this or make it terrible for himself. He's pretty sure that, attacking him, will lead to it being over quicker]

[voidshift]

[...ah. It's like this, it seems.

Rynlan doesn't have his cane in hand, but he at least manages to support himself as he steps forward, still very much favoring his right leg. Externally, he seems calm enough, his ears slightly pinned back as he looks across to Filbo and gives him a little wave in return. Hi.]

If you're sure.

[He's supposed to be pretty sturdy, he recalls, but-- well. There are two options, in this. Two ways for it to end for him, and one of them, Ryn's not about to allow that easily.]

...I'll do what I can, I can promise you that much.

[His shadow doesn't really take form, not instantly, but something shifts within it, the edges distorting.]

[failbo]

If it helps, what killed me before I got to hell was--

[Whatever it was goes unsaid -- and the information wouldn't have helped anyway, most likely -- because Filbo's shadow seems to take initiative almost immediately.

Curious thing, it's not even taking Filbo's form. At first it did, but after a moment, it begins deforming, extending like tendrils, reaching upwards in the air on the back wall of the stage as if it was a tree growing, until it reached far, far above Filbo and Rynlan. The grumpus looks upwards, then down at Rynlan]

--w-wait!

[And then the shadow attacks.

It attacks Filbo.

The shadow braided its tendrils, turning into a thick blunt instrument, dozens of threads braiding together to form a very sturdy form, and it slams down right onto Filbo. He doesn't even get to move before it hits him. The stage cracks, floorboards splintering and raising up, the entire area trembling, the shimmering barrier keeping the audience intact, but the air, the floor of the stage, it breaks, cracks, and dust and pieces fly in the air.

And once that clears up, Filbo's prone form is on the broken stage, almost in a crater. With something that hit with that kind of force, Filbo Fiddlepie surely is dea--

...no, he's unconscious.

Won't be unconscious for long, but for now his shadow descends, having tried to crush him, and envelops him, clinging onto him like cobwebs, parts of it raising up as if it was addressing Rynlan, observing him, while the rest of the shadow begins wrapping itself onto the grumpus' body. Almost as if threatening Rynlan about approaching. Just let the shadow eliminate Filbo, that's what it wants]

PEANUT GALLERY

[hellscapes]

[ Your reactions go here. There's space to sit back and enjoy the performance, and while the doors are closed you really could leave if you absolutely wanted. But will you...? You can't leave to interfere with the stage or the ongoings that are occurring, but with a little push you can slip through the exit any time after it starts. ]

[preordain]

[ like always, ryo is here and on his phone.

although today his face is noticeably very bruised up. ]

[tearduct]

[Twinsies.




He keeps staring.]

[preordain]

[ help

not looking at him. ]

Yes, Akira?

[engineers]

[ why.

reaches into his medkit and gets one of those temporary ice pack things you crack?? and passes it over ]

Here.

[preordain]

[ things happen....

but he will take the pack and will just wordlessly crack it and put it on his face. thank you. ]

[engineers]

[ sunday again... too many problems...

bixing is here, sitting at a table with the last of his medkit and leaning against his crab pillow. he's fiddling with a pocketwatch in his hands, but doesn't look away from the stage. jingheng is also here unless char is betraying me in which case im going to kill them with my bare hands ]

[onlythans]

[Oh, boy, it's Blue Man Execution™, huh. We're not going to punish Thancred for my being on vacation so he's definitely always been here, not looking happy about this from the start and really, really not enjoying it once Rynlan hits the stage and the void opens up.

Lucky he's got his arms folded across his chest as he holds up the wall near Bixing; it's hard to tell that his hands are curled into tight fists, and harder still to guess at the state of his palms where his nails might be digging in.]

[engineers]

[ lmao





well at some point hearing his own voice bixing lets out this sharp, horrible gasp and covers his mouth with both of his hands, just horrified. when he'd come, it was already too late, filbo had already...

he looks a little sick, as the scene continues, but doesn't look away, frozen like that. ]

[greatvalue]

[the fun thing about already having killed a man on stage is that you don't need to be coy

anyway, he sighs and watches filbo address his executioner with a complicated look on his face. flapjack is perched on his shoulder as usual, chirping something every once in a while that hunter responds to with a nod or a shake of his head. just little bird execution commentary.]

[ontrend]

[


offers hunter a sip of his very strong alcoholic beverage tbh.]

[hardrocklife]

[zelgadis sits down with a coffee in a to-go cup...

then, seeing who else is up there, gives a glance at the bar, as if thinking he probably should have grabbed something stronger.]

[greatvalue]

[... glances at him when he sits down, and then follows his gaze to the bar.

he could still get up and grab something else, lbr. who's gonna stop him?]

[ontrend]

[gets up, goes to the bar, and fetches zel a nice strong drink tbh]

...here.

[cavaliered]

[gideon is here! she's got a bruise across the side of her face and her right hand is bandaged today. she's watching, expression sour.]

[engineers]

[ what could have happened here

anyway this is bixing's final temp ice pack but that's ok. he cracks it and hands it over, looking worriedly over at the stage before he comes back, scooting his chair over towards her. ]

Gideon...

[psynchronise]

[ looks at the bruising.

looks at the other bruising in this execution chilis.






is probably debating giving her a thumbs up. ]

[outsidebones]

[harrow also has a bunch of bruises.

...no, she doesn't, but her expression today is so sour and nasty.]

[psynchronise]

[ well date was just sitting here looking less than impressed — and a little…. well. there’s not much point in feeling guilty, realistically. but it’s difficult not to.

especially when filbo’s own shadow just starts attacking him in the way it does. date winces slightly. ]

[ontrend]

[oh. hm. he hates this.

kuranosuke is here, white-knuckling the strongest alcoholic beverage he could get his hands on as he watches this fight start.]

[ontrend]

[hm.




he downs his entire cocktail that's literally just alcohol with no mixers and stares straight ahead at the stage.]