w1 execution.

[adjourn]

—EXECUTION—

Morning comes, and it's almost peaceful, like the events of yesterday were naught but a mad fever dream. Unfortunately for you, reality settles in as you receive a distorted message around 10 AM.

Today's event will be taking place at the park.
We look forward to your attendance.

Swing by, and find that none of the mess from yesterday is there anymore — it's back to being clean and pristine, golden grass swaying gently in some unknown wind. Things are a little bit different though, still.

The wrought iron gates are repaired, but this time, not only are they closed shut, but a strange, transparent barrier with a bluish sheen hovers overlaid upon it. Touch it, and find it as solid as the barrier that kept you from leaving the courtroom yesterday, or the boundaries of the town that you can't seem to pass through. Tall, suit-of-armor guards like the ones that normally stand by the dungeons stay solemnly by the gates, barring you from entry.

Royce Melborn stands there in the middle of the open field before the great white tree, two more guards towering on either side of him to either keep watch, escort him, keep him in line — maybe all of the above. He's alone, at first — but once people have gathered... the wrought iron gates open again.

Maya is the only one who will be allowed to step through them, as the guards look towards them expectantly. And once they're through, the animated armor will leave Royce alone, standing elsewhere.

You have chosen JUSTICE
and will be weighed here before your judge, jury, and executioner.
May the scales tip in your favour.

Welcome. Your execution has officially begun. Remember, Royce has never deserved mercy, not once; even he knows that.

GAME INFO ✨ STATUSES ✨ RESERVES ✨ APPS

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LOCATIONS (ROOMING) ✨ PRIVATE CONVOS ✨ GRAVEYARD

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CYOA ✨ CONFESSIONAL ✨ MURDER PROPOSALS ✨ MOD REPORTING

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EXECUTION.

[adjourn]

[phaselockandload]

[Well this is happening. This is far from the first time Maya enters a place to be in some sort of fight to the death. She has been in way too many to count. This is once another one, and she doubts it'll be any more difficult to the ones she has been in before.

Or at least that's how in theory it should be. Fighting a single opponent? That should be easy enough, and as she said, Maya isn't one to hold back. She sees no reason to not be the one to walk out of here alive, and Royce is a killer. By all means this should be piece of cake. A walk in the park, if you will!

For a brief moment she glances at the gun in her hands. It's glitchy, it looks...off. Should it be look like that? Maya doesn't seem to find it concerning, instead shrugging and focusing more on the brand]

A Tediore...

[Pretty basic, pretty cheap, very much disposable. She didn't expect anything better, all things considered, but it'll do.

Maya stops some distance away from Royce, already with her guard up, ready to shoot. She's completely uncaring about the audience, she only has eyes for Royce. Still...]

Looks like this is it.

[She doesn't lower the gun, but she takes a step back. This isn't some random enemy, this is someone from here, who got brought into this study without knowing what to expect. That's why...]

How much you deserve it is something each person decides but, as far as I care, I don't intend to make this longer than it needs to be. I'll make this instant, if you'd like. Like falling asleep.

[Even if it's with a bullet to the heart. Yeah, she offers that]

If you want to fight for your life, I'm game. But I'll leave up to you if you want this to end now or in a minute or so. The choice is yours. Sorry it has to be this way.

[It's the least she can do, she figures]

[malborn]

[when he arrives, he's in his usual cloak. the hood is pushed back, and whoever is watching likely can see that there are dark circles under his eyes. he hasn't slept much. but it doesn't seem to change much about him - he's twitchy and alert, glancing around him as he's herded into the park. when he sees who it is, he scowls. not out of displeasure so much, but... well, there were people he was much more into the idea of killing.

ugh. an audience. that's the last thing he wanted.

and then she starts to speak, and he listens, as he looks down at the dagger in his hand. it's familiar. alverstone, he thinks, but not. there's an unfamiliar weight to it, and it seems to be incapable of keeping its shape, sparking and popping in and out of existence. but it's a weapon. so. he'll do what he can. he doesn't really have any other options, does he?

he glances up at maya.]

Not about to just stand here and let you kill me. [he says, dryly.] But thanks for the choice.

[it doesn't sound entirely sincere. but whether it is or not - he darts forward, low in the grass, and twirls the dagger in his hand before launching himself at her, with the intent to wrench the dagger into her heart.]

AUDIENCE.

[adjourn]

[ the peanut gallery! ]

[transgressors]

[ peanut gallery...

well. vicious is here, mostly out of curiosity, sat comfortably to one side of the whole shenanigan. ]

So, this is what they see justice as.

[discernments]

Everything here has always been just a little off. Observation can only bring you so far.

[ she says, as they can only observe royce vs maya. ]

[unbested]

[ sebastian is there — with a bandaged cheek and a (very cool) red aviator scarf around his neck — and wishes very much that he was anywhere else instead.

he crosses his arms and looks down at the ground. it vaguely occurs to him that it's not the first time he's been dragged along to view an execution, but he'd made such a concerted effort not to look or think about it back then that he doesn't even remember whose it was. it kind of makes him feel like a jerk.

this isn't anything like that; just like the trial itself, it's a completely messed up distortion of how a justice system is supposed to work. a fight to the death between a criminal and some unrelated person who hadn't done anything wrong? what the hell is that?

but at least he'll be sure to remember it this time. ]

[discernments]

If you need to look away at the end, it's all right.

[bachelors]

[ he's just going to stand nearby, glancing a bit at sebastian and offering him a very tight smile, the type that hopes to be reassuring (of what? what is there to reassure about? this is some sort of duel to the death, what hope exists for it?) before turning eyes towards the barrier again.

what does a public execution serve, but for some sort of vicious example? his brow remains pinched as he watches on. ]

[notbymyside]

[Ango is going to be here and vibing during the execution, because while he respects Sebastian's determination he also wants to be ready to soften the blow on his mind if things get brutal. Even if Sebastian is an adult, he's still young. And kind of weak. And yeah he's the kind of person that looks like he needs to be protected most of the time. So he'll say something to him.]

You can look away, if you want to.

[He doesn't expect Sebastian to, but he wants to remind him of his choices.]

[eusford]

[ Hey he’s here to be a bad influence: ]

You should pay attention to this.

[okidoke]

[...

hate everything about this, thanks! oki is vibing unhappily.]

[notbymyside]

[This is said quietly to Oki, so as not to draw attention to either of them if he can avoid it:]

You can look away if you want. You don't have to watch.

[There's plenty of others here to bear witness, Oki doesn't have to.]

[discernments]

[ oki gets a concerned glance from jeanne, but she won't say anything to him yet. ]

[philandery]

[ he claps oki on the back. hang in there... ]

[alyricalassassination]

[ bucky is here with a pinched, displeased expression on his face! ]

I've never met anyone who would have there be an audience for an execution before...

[omegathree]

[So this is how the justice system here works, huh?

He arrives, watching Maya handle the gun and Royce with his dagger.]

[philandery]

[ he stands next to val, arms crossed over his chest as he watches with a slight frown. ]

Not sure who to be more worried for.

[ spoken without any mirth. not like he wants royce to walk away from the field, but he isn't underestimating his abilities either. nor is he enjoying any of this. ]

[emptied]

[Well.

This is hateful! Saki looks vaguely nauseous, digging her nails into her wrist.]

Why do we need to be here for this? An execution shouldn't be a spectacle.

[notbymyside]

[He's here, and he's paying some attention to what's going on. But he's also looking to the others here and watching how they're doing. He's not a particularly comforting person, he knows he's a bit too formal and businesslike in personality to help with emotions, but he can at least look out for them. Which he does in his own special way:]

I will watch the whole thing, and I'm sure others will too. If you feel like you can't handle it, please look away. You don't have to take that violence in if you don't feel like you can do it.

[adjourn]

[ Everyone is in attendance today, wowie! Even a familiar seer is here with the rest of the peanut gallery, wielding a golden lance in one hand that stands straight with the bottom sticking into the ground beneath them.

A pair of their levitating hands seems to be holding a scroll and feather pen, jotting something down. They have no verbal commentary- merely observing. ]

[bachelors]

[ dankovsky is just here with his arms folded, coat kind of tucked tightly around him. he looks tired, like he hasn't slept decently, but his eyes are trained on the supposed act of "justice" ahead of them, just beyond the barrier. ]

[eusford]

Hoooo, boy… [ Crowley is here! Finally! And not Wicked! But I don’t know if that’s any better.

Also no one saw me comment to the wrong place bye. ] It’s been awhile since I’ve watched a public execution. They’re being pretty generous, though, giving that grump a fighting chance.

Kinda fucked up, though, having to go up against a storm like her.

[hasu]

[ This sure is happening. ]

[phaselockandload]

[Well it's over.

Maya hurried to Royce once she noticed he was dead. She ran, confirming that yes, he was dead. That sword gutting him...uf]

I overdid this.

[Against someone she didn't really have much ill will at, she'd rather not be cruel, yet the circumstances made that necessary. After confirming his death, Maya...

...well, she begins looting the body, ignoring her own injuries, even though she's bleeding all over the place.

She takes the glitchy knife Royce had been using. Knives aren't her style, but she takes it anyway. It's better than nothing! Searching further, she finds...a necklace.

...huh. Whatever could Royce have been wanting to do with a necklace of all things? Maya stares at it for a moment, considers things, and pockets it.

There doesn't seem to be anything else on the body. Maya stands up and walks outside. When the knife disappears, she sighs, disappointed. Figures. The necklace is still there, though. Once she steps towards the rest, she looks away, and almost like an afterthought brushes the stab wound on her torso]

Sorry for the grisly spectacle.

[These aren't people from Pandora. Most of them probably aren't used to this kind of brutality, so she feels an apology is in order]