Week 3: Execution

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week 3:

 

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, Adlet walks into the arena. On the opposite end of the field, Rita 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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[spiritconsulting]

[he'll take it, but he'll sling an arm around her shoulders.]

Hey, kiddo. Guess we'll stick around for the show.

[squelching]

[she leans against him, looking just a teeny bit disappointed.]

I guess so... Oh, well, Rita can take care of herself.

[spiritconsulting]

[saya, you bloodthirsty gremlin. he does not in fact wish he was in there beating this man to death. or, well, he does, but only because he hates to see rita in this position instead. but any kind of violent revenge urge is just gone by now.]

She can. She doesn't deserve to have to, but she can.

[spiritconsulting]

[!]

An apple... so she's going to use the technique I taught her, then.

[is this the time.]

[inquired]

[ i want to study you under a microscope ]

[hanaban]

[ his fucking apple technique ]

[doghouse]

[ ... ]

[squelching]

[she snorts, even though she does wish she was out there beating a man to death with the ability of the girl he killed.]

You're a good teacher.

[he can have this one, sure.]

[spiritconsulting]

[oh and then rita gets blown up by an apple bomb.]

Shit! Rita!

[that's not how you're supposed to use the technique! pressing his hand against the barrier.]

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon.

[squelching]

[sucking a breath through her teeth. no rita salsa, but--]

... If this is a trick...

[adlet, what the fuck.]

[spiritconsulting]

[he doesn't think it's a trick. but he also just. it's impossible for him to root for rita killing someone that he knows she did care about. this whole thing is just a nightmare. either rita gets hurt or she has to hurt him, and he kind of wishes he had actually just tried to see what would happen if he'd shot him yesterday.]

[squelching]

[sir, you are going to give her an ulcer.

she squeezes his hand when rita moves to plunge the stake into adlet's heart, holding her breath.]