7rings | Week 3 Execution

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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.

Good morning, everyone. Please join us in the conference room for a view which will surely take your breath away.

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 TRAFALGAR LAW and YUEL 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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[ unfortunately, that doesn't get him out of the way but it does put a worrying rip into his space suit and sends him back for some time. law doesn't know the extents of what would happen to the body if exposed to this kind of environment and he quite frankly doesn't want to know. still yet, he'll grab onto a piece of rock that's close enough that he doesn't end up drifting away especially since he's about to make things very clear for her.

so much for not being a nice person, but yuel has done nothing wrong other than be put in this situation. it would have been easier if this was something more straight-forward, at least then he could keep up an act. ]

Yes, oxygen.

[ he sighs and glances down at the meter and then the distance left they have to travel. this wasn't how things were supposed to go and this wasn't what he wanted. ]

Either you take my tank or I'll take your's.

[ so, there you go. have your ultimatum and law will have no more words for you, yuel. and with that said and done, law will position himself once more towards yuel on the rock and kicks himself off toward her and the ship. ]

Got it.

[ She doesn't think twice about the two options in front of them, and when he comes at her again, she meets him head on, taking the blow with a grunt and using the momentum to twist them both into a nearby rock. It's not a neat landing, both of them crashing their sides against it. His limbs are longer than hers, but there's also more of him to collide against the rock when they're attached to each other like this.

She doesn't bother mouthing off any more or offering any gratitude for his help, just forming a fist to smash against his face, trying to disorient him enough that she can slam him face first into the rock, grabbing at his tank and ready to rip it away from him.

Even if he'd killed Douman, she doesn't want to kill him for it. Not with her bare hands like this, and leave him in this vacuum to die alone. But she has to get back, and not just for herself. ]

[ law is very glad that yuel doesn't further pursue antagonizing him more about what he had just said. (he's not kind; he really isn't.) he spelled it out to her and she made her decision—to fight back and without holding anything back. he's thankful for this because he's going to do the same.

the collision against the rock expectantly knocks the air (haha) out of him and again with the head trauma!! but it goes in her favor as it gives her time to get her fingers around his tank. not that he will roll over and allow her to have it even if everything about this is strange and confusing. space made it confusing enough to know what's up or down but now it's hard to keep things straight.

in his own last ditch effort, he'll reach and grab a hold of one of yuel's hand as she holds onto his tank. if she rips it out before he can yank her off and take her tank then, well, that was good on her. she deserves to live. he just wanted to survive. ]

[ It's kind of sickening to watch someone scrabble for death—she's used to fighting with flames and blades—but it doesn't stop her from tearing his hand away from the one using to grab his tank, holding him still while she yanks it off his back, and with it his last few breaths.

There's only a moment's hesitation as she looks at his back there, remorse already crawling up her chest to her throat, and there's no helping the futile, ] sorry [ that eeks out of her before she's kicking off from the rock and away from him.

She doesn't get much closer to the ship before the air in her helmet goes thin, struggling to replace the tank all while refusing to stop, kicking from one piece of debris to the other, closer and closer. There's not quite enough air in Law's tank, not with how long they'd fought, but she makes it back to the ship, slamming her hands against the hatch to get inside, gasping in her helmet as she struggles with it. ]

[Law's left behind as Yuel struggles back toward the ship, stray debris floating past and nearly knocking her off-course. Ahead of her, the outline of a door can be made out just faintly.

As Law's last breaths slowly filter out of him, the airlock bursts open and Yuel is swept inside just as the last of the tank runs out and shatters against her. The remnants of the tank float outward, joining the space debris and returning to Law's side as he floats listlessly. A sharp piece of the tank collides into him, taking his body down and out of sight as Yuel finally enters the conference room.

Trafalgar Law is dead.

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.

[ Giving Law pieces of the oxygen tank feels especially cruel, and Yuel is glad that she can't see it, too busy gasping in that precious air and appreciate gravity in all its wonder.

In fact, she appreciates it so much she's just going to slowly melt face first onto the ground and chill. ]