WEEK 4; EXECUTION

[killerwaves]

Execution

The haze still lingers over the islands, snaking through with a low thrum. Today it's time to fix that, to enact some semblance of justice for Kallamar. As for Skywarp's killer, for now they'll continue to walk free.

The setup is much the same as it was two weeks ago with Overhaul and Shigaraki present, willing participants guided by the kittybots to the sandbar. There's popcorn offered again, though this time there's also the addition of popcorn shrimp, perhaps to keep in trend with the offerings from trial.

Settle in to watch the show, the two figures standing in the middle in clear view.

(( OOC: Executions are voluntary except for the executed and executioner. The path back to the island will also remain for the entirety of the execution, so characters may leave whenever they wish as well.))

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[finalforte]

[And with a radiant smile - she lobs the sword at him, waiting until it's near him to destroy it with one big, painful bang.]

Die ♥

[dakicover]

[ crea listens to kanon, his expression oddly not nearly as perturbed as it should be for a man that's suddenly facing the gallows. perhaps it's because he's faced it a hundred times before, with people persecuting him and sion as the demon children of the calamity.

all humans have to die, anyway.

a small laugh escapes him, a choked wheeze as more blood bubbles up in his throat, as he wonders if he should recruit her into their team. she'd be perfect.

but as he thinks that, she throws the sword at him, and all he can do is turn his back away from her as shards of metal dig into his back and pierce his lungs. motionless, he slumps into the ground. ]

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[finalforte]

[She continues to laugh as he falls, stalking over to admire her handiwork. And she'd been so scared earlier - how silly of her!

Of course Kanon would win.

Kanon is amazing, after all ♥

The cute genius, Kanon ☆]

That's it?

Pathetic.

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[finalforte]

[And on the subject of all these would be interlopers... she turns, raising her hand, eyeing those catbots.]

Now to take care of all of you, too~♪

Bye-bye ♫

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[dakicover]

[ hey.











does kanon think that she can get very far while a hand is wrapped around her ankle? ]

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[dakicover]

[ crea coughs, wet and heavy, as he spits out blood and saliva that has built up in his throat and lungs. his first breaths are wheezes, but as he continues, they quickly return to their normal state.

he removes his hand from kanon's ankle. what he wanted to do is done. ]

You...are so annoying...I can't believe I had to.... sit through that stupid speech. Can I charge for that?

[finalforte]

[The hand around her ankle has the intended effect - she freezes in place, like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

Truly, she's so unsuited for combat. It doesn't take much to make her startle, and those moments can be so very fatal.]

Huh-?

[dakicover]

[ something about the look of surprise brings a smile upon crea's face. it's not an honest one by any means, but it's a smile nonetheless. coupled with the blood that continues to trickle down his closing wounds, it must be quite the harrowing image. ]

You don't really know the first thing about killing, do you? You just blow shit up and hope that you cause enough damage to kill your opponent. Not only that, but you already used all the stuff on you, didn't ya?

[ slowly, shakily, he pushes himself back up to his feet. ]

I'm so glad I didn't wear Sii-tan's clothes for this. They would've gotten ruined.

[ slowly, he pulls out from his pants pocket... a simple kunai. ]

Try to blow this up for me, will you?

[finalforte]

[!!!!

There's a quick flash of realization on her face, but because of her surprise she moves at a delay. Once again she reaches out her hand to use her power, a soundwave that can only agitate metals of all things to explode, but-

Let's be real. She's just not fast enough to actually do anything quick enough to matter.]

[dakicover]

Thaaaat's right. You can't do anything, can you!?

[ he twirls the weapon in his finger, clearly toying with her. he's standing at full height now, his eyes clear and sharp like a hawk that's prepared for the kill. ]

Though I will say this. Had you been in my world, then perhaps my shitty Boss would've asked me to recruit you. I think he'd like your philosophy. If you make it back out, I'll recommend you, if you really want.

[ and he lobs the kunai towards kanon, purposely avoiding any of her vital areas. ]

[finalforte]

[She screams - a weak, pathetic thing as the kunai strikes her, stumbling backwards and landing on her ass. A complete switch from just moments before, exuding that (utterly, completely fake) confidence.]

Wh- H-how are you-?

[She looks around desperately - metal. There has to be something-

The kunai, perhaps? It hurts, but she begins trying to wrench it out, if only for some kind of ammunition.]

[dakicover]

How? Easy. Did you not even read my profile? Are you so self-centered that you won't even get information on anyone else around you?

[ this is a pain. this is so annoying. he doesn't want to do this. he wants to go back to the cabana. he wants to go back home. he wants to be with sion. he wants a peaceful life. he doesn't want to kill.

but a job is a job, and he has to fulfill it, as unreasonable as it is. with a measured gait, he approaches her, eyeing her down like she's the scum of the earth. just when did he fall so low, he wonders? when did he stop championing love and peace, and decide to take his anger out on the world? ]

I'll spell it out for you, Kanon. I'm fine, because I can heal. You can't explode that kunai, because I blocked your powers. And I didn't get stabbed by the first explosion because I can use defensive magic. Of course, with my magic, I can also slightly bolster my abilities to give myself a little bit more strength. Like this.

[ reaching for her, he grabs her by the throat with one hand, lifting her up in the air. ]

[finalforte]

[Of course she didn't. Why would she?

Nothing should matter except for Kanon.

That doesn't help her here, though. Her hands shift uselessly to his, trying to pry his grip away from her throat as she chokes.]

[dakicover]

[ the hand around her throat squeezes tighter, keeping her in place in the air. no matter how much she struggles, he doesn't move an inch as his focus is solely on her and teaching her a necessary lesson.

he's a spy, after all.

a spy for the boss. ]

Of course, healing means to stitch cellular tissue. So if you reverse it, you'll get something like this-

[ pulling out the kunai from her shoulder, his hand lights up with a familiar blue flame as he--

pushes through tissue, opening the wound further with far more ease than normal. with his debuff, however, he's not able to push through. ]

[finalforte]

[It hurts. It hurts, and she can't even cry out about it, throat caught in his grasp as it is.

She scrabbles at his hands weakly - the one at her throat, and the one at her wound both, desperate to survive in spite of all logic.]

[dakicover]

[ act like trash, get discarded like trash.

with a violent swing, crea tosses her to the side, his gaze impassive as he wonders what to do next. he wanted to cut her head off, but with both swords broken, he can't really do that now, can he?

he does eye the dango sword, however, not sure how that thing works.

he turns back casually, as if he weren't brutally beating up kanon, while pointing at the sword. ]

Hey, does that thing have an edge?

[finalforte]

[Crea PLEASE

The struggling has extended to attempts to kick him, but given she's rapidly running out of air there's not much strength behind it.]

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[dakicover]

[ sorry kanon, but blocking your kick is as easy as side-stepping it. he turns back towards the crowd just in time to see zelkov's response, and his response is a cheerful smile and a thumbs up of his own. ]

'Kay!

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[dakicover]

[ running to grab the sword, he weighs it in his hands, eyeing it curiously. ]

To be quite honest, I wanted to make this quick and simply chop your head off. If I could do it quickly and neatly, then I could have saved you all this pain. But you chose to drag it out because you don't want to die, and I chose to drag it out because I don't want to kill you. I hate fighting. It's revolting to me. But a job's a job, no?

[ but here he is, approaching her with this ridiculous skewer. ]

Tell me your last words. Even if I don't care to hear them, I'm sure there's people that do want to.

[finalforte]

[Last words? What last words are there even to give?

She thinks back, over her life leading up to this moment, all those failures...

Before they left, Katsumata had said something to her. What were those words again? She can't... remember...]

Katsumata-san... did Kanon mess up?

Kanon... didn't even get to see Acro's heart...

[dakicover]

You've got a nice look in your eyes. A look that's lost all hope in the world.

[ 'what d'ya think? wanna team up and take revenge on a world that doesn't deserve it?'

ah, he really should find a new job.

but if sion is happy then what does it matter if he himself is unhappy?

in a fluid motion, he lifts kanon up again with one arm, and with the other, he uses the dango sword as a lance to skewer through her chest. ]

[finalforte]

[It isn't even just lack of hope.

Up close as he is, he'll be able to see, truly see, the pitch black of her pupils that seems to extend infinitely into an abyss. A gaze that holds fear, and yet itself is an empty hole, reaching further and further than anyone's eyes could possibly hold.

Something in there knows. It knows the vastness of space, traveled the stars to find nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and

Ah, there was life

Truly, they should know, before they could make the same mistakes--

The final evolution awaiting all living things... is death.

As the blade skewers her, there's a soft, wet groan and all light leaves her eyes. It's empty, but the emptiness one would assume of a corpse.

Kanon Mitachi is dead.]

[dakicover]

[ she's dead.

she's dead and he fulfilled his mission. the void in her eyes looks endless and he's... a little sick to his stomach. a little tired.

he drops her to the ground, watching her crumple to the ground like a rag doll. and after a short, tired laugh...

he, too, falls unconscious on the floor, exhausted. ]

[gluttoning]

[There goes the sandpit.

As soon as he's able, Beel's crawling up to freedom with a tug on Temenos's wrist before heading over to Crea.

Kanon who?]

Crea? Crea???

[stilllovesyou]

[She wants to join her friends as they crowd around Crea, she really does. She loves him, and she knows how much pain he was in, but instead Nona drops down and finds herself transfixed and distracted by the shell that remains of what used to contain Kanon. What was it that Pyrrha said? Another of devotion's casualties?

It doesn't matter. She'll never see Pyrrha again.

She's not beautiful anymore. Nobody's beautiful when they're dead. They're just meat.

Even still, there's a profound emptiness that lingers in her expression. Despair like she's never seen it. Nona approaches the body and squats down beside it, wiping hair out of her face.

She just stares into the lifeless void that is her eyes, not moving at all.]

Goodbye, Thrice Flowered.

I'm sorry we killed you. I wish you had liked yourself.

I still love you.