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WEEK 4 EXECUTION
POPULATION: 23
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.
You may come to the conference room, if you wish to observe. I believe you all know not to attend if you cannot look?
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 MISA AMANE and GU YUN 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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[ her voice catches in her throat as he grabs her arm, whatever she was going to reply with cut off by a little exclamation of pain. she knows he doesn't mean to hurt her, that he in fact is doing his best to stop her from suffering any more than the barest amount. she tries her best to keep her tears at bay (and not just because she doesn't want her liner to run, the sweat is already starting to make her foundation give up), and in the smallest audible voice possible: ]
I want to die, Zixi.
[ ... is this really the voice, the face of someone who had been planning to kill somebody else in cold blood earlier this week? ]
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it takes him a moment, like he's deciding, but. before he can even get words out, the beam under his feet heats up. in a fraction of a second, he steps, crossing over the space and the heat and the wind, a decisive movement to her side, as the beam he was on just a second before crumbles into nothing underneath the oppressive heat of whatever the hell's down below.
gu yun glances back where he was, briefly, and touches his foot against the beam, again. his expression's almost scarily neutral - a soldier at his best. ]
Do you want me to do it? [ or do you want to jump? goes unasked, but said.
several rows down, a flimsy beam catches fire from the heat; with a crunching noise of burning wood, it collapses into the endless, yawning light below. ]
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she's just a girl with a notebook and a desperate, delusional wish.
steadying herself with a hand on gu yun's chest, she carefully lifts her foot to dislodge her heel from the crevice it had gotten caught in. this close, he can hear her quietly panting, her shoulders shaking as she tries to resist just tearing parts of her dress off. anything to try and make the heat a little more bearable. ]
Would it be faster than falling?
[ she says it so casually, as if they're not seconds from falling to their deaths at the wrong step. ]
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[ the answer's quick and calm, delivered with that same neutral precision. you can't see any reaction on him - but the sweat is pouring down his back, sticking his silks to his body, and every line of muscle in his body is tense, taut, waiting. he holds perfectly still as misa comes closer and presses her hand against his chest to stabilize herself.
maybe he's trusting her not to push him, or maybe he just won't be moved if she does. it would be easy, too - the beams are cracking and creaking under their weight, and the combined, impossible heat. one little push could send gu yun straight to his death - it could be an act, maybe, that misa's putting on. garnering sympathy. who knows?
it doesn't matter: gu yun doesn't need his armor to be an immovable wall of iron. ] Do you have anything you want to say? I'll keep you alive until it's finished, if you do.
[ keep us both alive. in the distance, another beam bursts into flames; one two across breaks in half in the middle. gu yun shifts his weight to his back foot. ] If you don't, we'll make it quick.
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[ besides a small nod, there's no forward motion from her; she doesn't move a muscle once she's gotten her footing. it's like a calm has come over her, now that her fate is, quite literally, in gu yun's hands. she doesn't think he would—not the man who had so preciously called her "meimei" to quell her childlike annoyance at him, who she introduced to the world of emojis, who she started an innocuous chain text with in what feels like another lifetime—but he can toss her aside into the burning light for all she cares, he can surprise her by making it as excruciating as possible; she wouldn't mind. she doesn't even flinch when a piece of flooring underneath her right foot suddenly snaps and falls into the abyss below—
funny how, for all that pain she had been in yesterday, the mysterious burn on her leg doesn't even register to her now. ]
Just that my name is Misa Amane, that I love Light Yagami with all my heart, and that I'm sorry I wasn't able to do enough to win for him.
[ knowing that she's before an audience, she turns to look in the direction of the observing windows. even though she can't see the people on the other side, she still takes a moment to smile at them, and gives them all a final wave. ]
...I think it's time for Misa-Misa to become a good little ghost now.
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she's as light as a feather - it's like moving air. a tiny little thing, who talked about justice the week before, about what it meant to them to catch a criminal, who beat him up with her tiny little fists when she got hurt, who was saved once from death by the intervention of something supernatural.
it's strange how coming to a place like this can show you a world of supernatural unrealities, but some things, world to world, realm to realm, are always the same.
gu yun sets her back down on her feet to let her say her final words.
as she finishes, he glances briefly back at the window, and then to misa's face. ]
Happy haunting, meimei. [ echoing back to that silly chain text from weeks and weeks ago.
the beam underneath gu yun's feet creaks and cracks, ominously, dangerously, fire on the edges starting to lick towards where he's standing. no time to waste, then. he reaches out, a stark black shadow against the blinding lights of the execution room, grabs on with both hands and with immediate, clinical precision, snaps her neck like a twig.
gu yun steps back. the beam he's on groans from his movement, and he feels the weight shift as the end of the beam at the back of the room starts to buckle. there's heat, the burning wind of the inferno below, and the skinny, tiny beam he stands on suddenly alights.
there's no time to worry about where he drops misa's body. he lets her crumple onto the beam and immediately turns, not sparing a look back as he starts dashing back towards the main room, fire on the beam he's on chasing his every step, licking at the silk at the bottom of his robe, as it falls apart with him standing on it. it's a race against the clock, it seems, as another beam, and another, creaks and gasps, the one he left misa on breaking in the middle.
i won't die here. gu yun has to time it. ten more seconds, maybe less before it burns up, seven, six not here -- four three - I'm not leaving - two
he leaps to another beam, as the one he was standing on cracks under the flames. gu yun has to go down as he does, because there's barely enough spring to push off of, but he catches himself on a closer beam with one hand and both feet on it. the wood is scorching, burns his palm, but he uses the momentum to throw himself forward again, to make a dive for safety... ]
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misa's neck snaps, and her body immediately goes limp.
gu yun leaps away, leaving her now lifeless body behind for the flames to claim.
the floor finally gives in beneath her.
and she falls into the sweet embrace of light. ]
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As he falls, another beam juts out, catching him in the gut to swing him back to safety and fling him straight through the door into the conference room. As the door seals shut, there's one last explosive blast as magma splatters the viewing window.
Misa Amane 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.]
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the beam breaking is a miscalculation, but he feels the wind from the one that's coming and just - fuckin lets it happen, honestly, grabbing onto it with a hand and getting completely yeeted through the door into safety. he does a backwards roll as he lands and drops flat on his back, spreadeagled and wheezing, into the safety of the conference room.
the bottoms of his robes are still smoldering a little? it's fine. as he blinks open his eyes, he says, loudly, very eloquently: ]
Fuck.
[ yay! ]
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Welcome back.
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Hah. [ hello. ]
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[ he's not doing anything to stop that. suffer.
no, he'll make some stamping motions at the smouldering parts of his robes and offer him a hand up. ]
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[ sorry he's deaf? clearly he's fine!
he'll take the hand tho, thank you. ]
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Fuck indeed.
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Tried to make it quick. [ hes fine ]
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[pat pat on the chest
looks like other people are handing the fire thing, so. it's fine.]
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Get up.
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[ but he's sitting up, yeah, and reaching to wipe the smoke residue off of his liuli glass... can't see shit... ]
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she doesn't know whether to be relieved about him surviving or concerned about the smoldering on his robes.
but she crouches down next to him to try and smother the smoldering by pulling her hands into her sleeves and patting down in them. this is a bad idea.]
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Stop, stop [ wheeze ] -- you're going to catch the silk worse, it's fine.
[ he'll put it out.... thank ]
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and then, in a tiny voice: ]
I'm glad you're okay.