WEEK 1 EXECUTION
POPULATION: 33
Sunday morning is a calm and quiet affair after the events of the trial before. All traces of evidence and damage has disappeared as of yesterday and Simulations continues to be occupied by the chosen culprit.
At about 1pm, however, everyone will receive a mass text once more.
Conference room. Don't have to be here, but it's happening anyway.
Unlike Saturday, participants will not be forced to enter the conference room. It seems as though you really do have a choice...unless you're HK-47 and SHI QINGXUAN who will find they cannot resist and will be compelled into walking forward.
As the pair of them enter the conference room, they will find themselves walking through a door hidden away in a corner. The moment they step through it, the door will seal and disappear. The previously dark window soon lights up, providing a clear view of them to all who remain in the room. The four Avatars from yesterday's trial are seated at their table, and the TV that hangs above them turns on as audio begins to filter into the room to provide a clear picture of what's happening inside the other room.
Prepare yourselves, everyone. This may not be easy to watch.
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0:09.
just a little longer, she thinks, as she feels the pressure of his hands on her skull. a little longer. survive. it hurts. gods, it hurts. a tiny, pained noise escapes from her lips, but she bites down hard again.
she doesn't want to give him the satisfaction.
0:08.
what can she do? she has to get out of this. hk-47 has to pay for what he did to tamaki - she can't just let him walk free. there are others he'll kill if he's the one to make it out of this room.
his fingers dig into the skin, tearing flesh, and she whimpers, her lips parting with an agonized scream despite her best efforts.
0:07.
she has to get out of his grasp somehow. she squirms, but her broken arm and leg around moving, and she can't get enough leverage on her unbroken arm for another swing. not to mention, if he topples over into the void, he'll take her with him.
0:06.
it hurts. it hurts too badly. just a little longer, isn't it? if she can just hold on a little longer...
0:05.
the scream fades out into silence, and she slumps over, unmoving.]
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Commentary: That was far more than most meatbags could hold out. You nearly made it, and perhaps we would have both survived if so, but I do have a reputation to uphold and programmed functions to carry out.
I am only sorry you did not have your powers or weapons you spoke of. Still, I feel much better now. What an utterly frustrating and humiliating week this was.
[he has a look at the crystal, which remains unactivated in shi qingxuan's hand, maybe there was meant to be a lighstaber in here somewhere she had to construct? that would have been interesting—or maybe she just didn't now what to do with it
regardless, the only clear order was to survive and he has done so—giving a shrug, he leaps easily over the pit towards the door, landing on the bit of remaining flooring there and waiting for it to open back up
the pain continues, and he ruminates on the feeling as his sensors annoyingly continue to blare, likely because of the proximity to a fall that would disable him, or whatever electrical interference threw off his programming this week and kept him from killing]
Statement: To the meatbags on the other side, I have been given authority to defend myself against oncoming attacks. If you wish to avenge Shi Qingxuan I would recommend you ready yourselves and send the weak away.
[the timer ticks down to its final seconds as he waits at the door: 0:03, 0:02, 0:01... and he has survived
HK-47 is alive and ready]
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Suddenly, Shi Qingxuan falls into an endless bottomless pit, debris falling after her. It's a quick movement, blink and you'll miss it, and soon she's out of sight.
The moment HK-47 takes a step, however, he collapses in on himself, steps staggering as he involuntarily stumbles back from the door. Pressure rises in the room and every metal plate and every bolt begins to snap, crunching and grinding as it folds inward. Like an invisible compactor coming down from the top and from the sides, HK-47 finds himself being crushed into a nice, neat little square the side of a rubik's cube, left on a center platform in the void.
And then the ceiling collapses and crushes it flat. Just like that, HK-47 is gone.
The door to the conference room soon swings open, and Shi Qingxuan rolls down a slope from the dark right into the arms of whoever is closest.
The conference room goes dark as the lights go out, the white execution room flashing before going black as the conference room lights up once more. The door has disappeared, and the Avatars are no longer at their table.
The events of the day have finished.]
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Because of the injuries, he doesn't want to jostle her too much right away by scooping her up - instead follows her momentum and kneels down with her to take stock of everything up close first.
Something unreadable passes over his face as he does, before he shutters it away. ]
... stupid, you're so stupid.
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[ he's not going to grab any part of him in case he jostles ming yi, and by extension sqx. but he does nod in the direction of the exit.
the sooner they get her there, the sooner she can heal herself up. ]
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Hopefully not.
He does give Yuri a quick incline of his head as he goes, at least. ]
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The way's clear. You should get her to the med bay quickly.
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[ He means it, considering the deadpan's gone from his voice, turning it into something quieter. He'll ease up and head out with the precious cargo, in a less triumphant version of Iki's meme. ]
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shi qingxuan isn't moving. she can't even hit him for calling her stupid.]
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