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WEEK 5 EXECUTION
POPULATION: 19
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.
I guess you guys know what the usual thing is now, right? Conference room if you want to watch.
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 CHILDE and MEDB 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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Who am I to reject an order?
[Ehehe.
Fortunately, there isn't even a moment's pause before he's lunging to the side, away from her and out of the path of the monster. The platform he's on isn't large, and it's too low down, too close to the lava for comfort. There's a statue within range, tall enough to climb if he can get to it, so that's what he aims for. And as he runs, he holds out a hand, and in it appears knife! Wow! Who allowed this.
It's okay, though, because as soon as he gets to the statue and touches it, it starts to sway dangerously--he only has a little time to get out of the way before it tips over with a crash, probably loud enough to attract the attention of their ugly friend. Well shit.]
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YEAH. Who allowed this?
It's fine because the statue crashes and goes after Childe. That gives Medb enough time to around from behind—
Or does it?
Because very fortunately, it's not just phallic alien monsters that drop from the sky in this execution. Flaming rocks do, too! And just as Medb sprints to try to whack the monster from behind, a rock falls right on top of her.
She tries to dodge in time, but she stumbles because she always wear heels, and it hits her, impacting her leg and ankle, and she goes down with a small scream. ]
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Medb--
[But whatever he's thinking or feeling, it's gone just as quickly. Medb is closer to the alien than he is, and she's down, easy prey--but how boring would it be to let that be the end of it? He came here hoping for a fight, and this is the best he's going to get in this place. He isn't going to let that go so easily.
The statue's collapsed onto the ground, so it's easy work to jump on top of it, running down it and back towards the alien. It whips towards him, and he lunges forward, knife poised to stab directly into its head--
Oh. The knife's made of rubber now.
That's probably bad for him, huh?]
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She doesn't think she has to worry about Childe because she knows how capable he is in a fight, but when his knife turns to rubber— ]
Childe!
[ Because as much as she is willing to kill him to live, because they've talked about that, haven't they? How they would kill each other, if they had to? She does care for him. For better or worse, she does care about him.
And she can't hobble towards the two of them fast enough before the alien monster tries to claw or bite the life out of him. ]
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(But when it hits the ground, doesn't it sound like metal again? Weird.)
Anyway, he's unarmed again, but that's never stopped him before. He'll do the best he can--it doesn't seem to have any real weak spots, but he tries to punch and kick it with all the strength and adrenaline running through him, even as it claws at him, forcing him to move back closer to the lava.
It's not enough, though, and there isn't much defense against all that teeth, so when one of his punches gets too close, it moves fast enough to bite his arm clean off. Not the arrow throwing one this time. Sorry Dana.]
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Medb sees the knife fall, hears it hit the ground like metal, and she knows what she wants to do next. Her expression sets, something hard, something determined, something very dangerous. She takes a deep breath before she pushes herself forward, knocking into a statue, making it tip forward into the alien and knocking it away from Childe.
She doesn't waste any time after that, ignoring all the pain in her foot and ankle, dashing to pick up the knife that hit the ground.
Once Childe is free from the monster's grasp and the it continues to struggle under the weight of the statue, Medb darts in and strikes true—
Sinking the knife right into his chest, right over where his heart is with precision. ]
Goodbye, Childe.
[ Who said anything about being soft? ]
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--but it doesn't matter, because then she's aiming for him, and the surprise is immediately replaced with what can only be called fondness, even as he hits the ground, pulling her down with him out of sheer reflex.
He's still got one arm, though, and he lifts his hand to his chest. It rests on top of hers, for a moment, tightening as if he's going to pull the knife out, to play one last, heartless card--
--but then he lifts it even higher, flicking her forehead with a weak grin, before the last of his energy leaves him.
He expected nothing less.
No regrets.]
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The forehead flick startles her, but she has no time to react or respond because the crash of the statue behind her makes her look back. Her hand clutches at Childe's for one last time, one last beat, and then she pulls his knife out of his chest and adjusts her grip on her parasol.
There really has been so many emotions she's felt over these last few days, and there has been no release. She has made no secret over how her Thursday adventure made her, how last night's proceedings have made her, and she is not done yet.
She is still so angry.
The alien rushes at her, and she meets it with the knife.
But it turns to rubber. She drops the knife.
And the monster's claws sink into her sides. She screams.
The monster bites into her shoulder, and she grits her teeth. She's breathing hard, and she can't stand on one foot. She grabs her parasol with both hands as claws rake down her front, and with all her remaining strength, she pierces the monster from behind because her parasol is actually a sword.
The sword breaks. Blood bubbles up from her mouth.
The room starts to deconstruct.
No regrets, right? ]
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Tartaglia Childe is dead.
Medb's parasol breaks, and the platform she stands on begins to fall.
The parasol holds on just long enough to retain the shape of a true parasol, broken sword fanning out enough to let her drift across the open ground and rocky islands. As it breaks in her hand, she finds herself stumbling in through the conference room.
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.
...but the door is still there. The Avatars remain seated at the table, and for a long moment of silence, there's nothing. The door wavers as if deciding if it should seal itself or not...
...and soon a small splash of lava flows into the room, carrying the body of Childe with it.]
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--just kidding. He twitches, dragging in a ragged breath.
Tartaglia Childe is alive. If only barely.
SURPRISE BITCH]
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past the lava
and just kicks him in the shoulder. not that hard at least (?) ]
Get up. θθ.
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comes over here and squats down next to childe once medb's rushed off to the medbay, not doing absolutely anything to help him at all. ]
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he's like half-dead so you're not getting anything out of him buddy
just leave him here to die alone on the floor like he deserves]
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however, people are saying he gets to live so with the most dramatic, heaved sigh, he goes to help ming yi get him up. ]
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[ STRANGLED OR NOT, Gojou pats his head. ]
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rip pixi no death for you ]
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This isn't a gag tag.
Someone, get her to the Medbay. ]
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Could someone carry her, please?
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[SHE'S JUST GOING TO TRY TO PICK HER UP CAREFULLY AND RUN]
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