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onceuponacomm2021-06-06 11:02 am
faentasy) wrote in onceuponacomm2021-06-06 11:02 am
FIRST EXECUTION
Execution
Regardless of how you spent the day after trial, time ticks forward. Zolaβs fate has been sealed, and all that awaits is the execution of her sentence. Come Sunday morning, the familiar sound of a flute reaches your ears, though this time you're not inclined to obey (although those who resist will have a feeling of dread they just can't shake until the end of the day), unless you're one particular blonde. Today the notes of music bring you inside the palace and into the stairwell leading to the upper floors, bars completely gone as if they were never there to begin with. What awaits at the end of the ascent is a white, completely featureless corridor with a single, plain black door at the end. As soon as it's opened, you find yourself in a completely different space.
All you can see around you is yourself and those came to bear witness you, reflections flooding your peripheral vision. This entire space is one giant mirror, from the floors, to the walls, to the ceilings. In the middle of the room stand Zola, no longer confined with vines or any restraints, and Junko with Hamelin directly in between them.
"Welcome, welcome! Now that our audience is here, let's get started shall we? Today's performance has Junko starring as the heroine and Zola as the villain! Put on a proper show for us, will you ladies?"
With a theatrical bow, Hamelin steps out from between them, a shimmer visible as he does, a large magic barrier shining into place. The stage has been set, and now all that remains is to enjoy the play.
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[ He nods and gestures at her to follow him to the boutique. ]
Can you place anything over your arm until we get there? Or is your hand too cut up, too?
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I have nothing to hold, but my hand is not completely enfeebled as of yet.
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...On second thought, the lodgings area is way closer. I have clothes in there we can use for this.
[ He starts walking faster, though he'll make sure she can keep up given her current state. ]
Where did you learn to fight like that?
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Where did I...? [ ... ] An excellent question, but one I cannot fully answer.
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Are you bound to secrecy, or something like that?
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[ she hums in thought ]
I would imagine it involved, perhaps, observing others with a similar style of combat and sparring with them or against them, but I cannot say with confidence.
I've no longer any need to recall such details at my age. The cracks in my memories do tend to widen as the years pass.
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That's why you're not reacting much right now, is it. You've probably sustained injuries like this tons of times.
[ He could be very wrong here but!! He's guessing that she's a lot older than she looks. He can't remember what was on her profile. ]
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[ things she isn't used to: being depowered and having her divine spirit toughness turned off and feeling all the very human pain of being repeatedly stabbed and losing blood
It's going to hit her like a ton of bricks, later. ]
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[ Entering the lodging area as they speak...! He starts reaching for the key in his pocket. ]
I'm glad you made it out of there alive, Junko-san. I wasn't sure how that was going to turn out.
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[ She'll be good for right now but she might have to like, bite down on a leather belt or some shit when she changes her bandages in the coming days. ]
Ah, did I give you cause for concern? My apologies. I was truly unaware of her fighting capabilities.