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guiltrip2023-06-11 10:53 am
killerwaves) wrote in guiltrip2023-06-11 10:53 am
WEEK 4; EXECUTION
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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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.]
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[ 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. ]
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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.]
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[ 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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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?
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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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'Kay!
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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.
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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...
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[ '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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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???
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he, however, seems to be breathing mostly regularly despite the pallor on his face from the blood loss and exhaustion.
in other words, he needs a nap. maybe some electrolytes. ]
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He doesn't know what to do to help here, but he's looking up towards the rest of the peanut gallery if there isn't already healers tripping their way over here.]
Hey, someone lend me a hand.
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but if people are otherwise occupied with freeing themselves or distracted. sure, fine?
free from his sand prison pretty easily, considering he was sitting all polite and chill up in the stands like unlike some people, magolor will hop and float his way down with the (empty) tray of popcorn shrimp he's been munching on still in his hands. of course that gets set aside quickly enough as he kneels down? gets to their side? i don't know if beel is holding crea up or not but anyway ]
All right, all right, let's give this a go, I guess.
[ another weekend, another injured person to kiss, apparently! so he'll lean in and briefly seal his mouth to crea's.
xoxo this is for you, toucans ★
(meanwhile, the forgotten apple is... probably bigger than it was before? eh, don't mind it. just don't eat it.) ]
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good gods.
crea blinks awake, too emotionally exhausted to even feel mildly miffed about this situation. ]
Distance. Please.
[ this is too much to process. ]
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[ his job here is done, so magolor's just gonna peace out.
oh, but not before picking up the apple, tilting his head consideringly at it, and disappearing it to parts unknown. ]
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Thanks.
[ and he'll be getting up now. no he doesn't need help. ]
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this time she doesn't take a picture
she does give a peace sign though ]
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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.