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Week 0: Execution
week 0:
execution
Sunday morning starts off quietly enough, almost peaceful after the events of the past few days. Today, the alarm on everyone's phone starts at 12 PM, with a reminder of the execution to take place at 1 PM at the stadium. Unlike the Saturday notifications, however, this is the only reminder you get. It appears that attendance is not mandatory this time.
Well. Not for all of you, anyway. One of you feels a compulsion to head to the stadium, heading straight inside and following the staff to ready themselves for what's to come. All others who arrive at the stadium, hero or civilian, are led to spectator seating.
As the clock strikes 1 PM, Mika walks into the arena. On the opposite end of the field, Temenos steps out to greet them. As long as they both live, neither will able to leave the area, nor will any outsiders be able to enter.
You don't have to watch, of course. That's your choice. But with the event being broadcast all over the city, it may be hard to avoid. In-person or across town, everywhere is buzzing with gossip of the newly discovered villain about to face justice. Regardless of where you go or whether you choose to watch, the only thing to do now is wait.
Well. Not for all of you, anyway. One of you feels a compulsion to head to the stadium, heading straight inside and following the staff to ready themselves for what's to come. All others who arrive at the stadium, hero or civilian, are led to spectator seating.
As the clock strikes 1 PM, Mika walks into the arena. On the opposite end of the field, Temenos steps out to greet them. As long as they both live, neither will able to leave the area, nor will any outsiders be able to enter.
You don't have to watch, of course. That's your choice. But with the event being broadcast all over the city, it may be hard to avoid. In-person or across town, everywhere is buzzing with gossip of the newly discovered villain about to face justice. Regardless of where you go or whether you choose to watch, the only thing to do now is wait.
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and rolls don't really matter against temenos, when it comes to this. she's spent her whole life running around, dodging bullets. she makes it to the finish line well before temenos, laughing and barely even winded, and throws both her arms up. ]
I win!
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... but mika's smiling, now, laughing and delighted, and if he's winded and bleeding and looks like an idiot, at least there's that. it's infectious, a little - he smiles back, placid, gentle, tired. at least there's that.
he can feel the power of the holy light still, from earlier, and he makes his way over to where mika is standing, dragging himself half over the finish line before he drops down on the ground and pats the spot next to him. ]
... Hahhh. No chance. The Angel, the winner. The Hound, destroyed.
[ his expression flickers, tired, softening, because he knows now what has to be done. the timer ticks overhead. lower and lower. time's about to be up.
with a last breath to try and compose himself so he doesn't wheeze his way through it, he lets the warm light of the sacred flame curl around his palm, keeping it flat to the ground, and makes no note of it. they both know what's coming. there's no need to draw it out. ]
... Shall I say a benediction? What do you think?
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luckily there's time to calm down again, since it takes temenos a while to catch up. probably for the better. it would be weird to die still all energetic like that.
... she looks at the light at his hand, and nods. ]
That would be nice.
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...Close your eyes, and bow your head. Properly, now.
[ it's all the tone of a kind, guiding cleric, playfully, lightly chiding. like this is sunday school. like it's normal. like everything will be fine. he looks up, for a moment, to the audience - that if perhaps they'd like to do the same, before his attention returns to mika, and he presses one hand to his heart and bows his head. ]
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Be careful. I have a protection charm.
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a protection charm, huh? ] Such a powerful thing. I'll do the best I can.
[ wouldn't that be nice?
part of being a cleric is being a believer - a bastion of faith, of understanding of the power of the gods, of prayer. he's led dozens of services, held the hands of grieving widows and sobbing children, heard the confessions of the lost. watched as desperate residents of solistia prayed, brand give me strength, draefendi, guide my bow - dohter, save him, please save him, i can't live without him, please save him, i need you to save him, please -
...but in his own experience, those words are empty. they are prayers for nothing. when people heal, they heal from so much more than the provenance. they are comforting, empty nothingness, that people cling to the idea that the gods will change their lives, will make things better.
mika's protection charm is likely nothing, but to her, it must mean something. to someone, it must mean something. in empty words comes faith, and in that faith comes comfort. comes guidance. comes the light.
in moments like these, with his brittle faith, he can understand why they do it. and briefly, in moments like these he finds himself at the bedside of roi mistral again.
he takes a deep breath. eyes closed. his voice is as clear as a bell, strong despite any pain: it commands silence in the audience, of the crowd. he will make the audience understand the gravity of this moment, the gravity of what they are asking. what they are taking.
he recites the prayer out loud. ]
Acknowledge, we humbly beseech you, a sheep of your own fold, a lamb of your own flock, a sinner of your own redeeming. O Sacred Flame, by whose mercy the faithful departed find rest, send thy light and offer absolution. Those who look upwards are radiant, and their faces shall never be ashamed.
[ he opens his eyes, now, and glances to the side at mika, and curls his hand. the warm, golden light forms into a shape - a blade, glowing warm and holy and true. it is not to smite the wicked. it is to send someone home.
temenos takes a deep breath. ]
May your whole spirit and soul and body be kept blameless, in the coming of a new dawn. He who calls you is faithful; he will surely do it. Through the gods, grant thy mercy.
[ the hand holding the blade comes up. the wound in his shoulder twinges. he ignores it. oh, holy light. ] Amen.
[ at this close of an angle, guided by his abilities and the loss of something deep, he turns the blade of light and pushes it, solid and true as a real sword, through her chest. the flesh gives.
his bad arm drops down enough to act like a cradle - in hopes he might catch her, when she falls. ]
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Mika Misono is dead.
Without a word, most of the team leaders exit the stands. Temenos is free to exit the stadium anytime they choose, as are any other onlookers. ]
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