𝔒𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔘𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔐𝔬𝔡𝔰 (
faentasy) wrote in
onceuponacomm2021-06-13 11:10 am
EXECUTION II
Execution
Even with a day of rest, the events of this Friday won't soon be forgotten. The dawn of Sunday might come with an a sense of dread or finality, but time ever moves forward despite what anyone wants.
The notes on the flute that summon you are different this time, a cheerier melody than last. It's likely a slap in the face all things considered, but the call can be ignored, though if you do choose to follow it you'll feel a sense of relief and easing of tension despite your feelings on the manner of executed. A small gift perhaps, for the upcoming proceedings.
C-ta and SQ are already in their own respective bubbles, with Hamelin's handpicked executioners: Rika with C-ta, and Professor Pericles with SQ. The rest of the mirror room remains unchanged when you arrive, though all the shattered mirrors have been repaired.
The price of a wish demands a sacrifice, however unfair it may be.

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What is it...?
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[He tilts his head towards the glass beside him.]
Vhile this appears to be a normal glass of water, it is actually a mixture of water and anozer sing.
Tell me, do you know what cyanide is?
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It is a poison. One of the most potent kinds. Just a spoonful coult easily kill someone the size of Herr Fareed.
[He extends a wing, feathers tapping the glass.]
And it is vhat is in this glass.
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She purposely hasn't been thinking about the manner of how she was going to die because she's not a fighter. Had she been anything but distraught at the verdict she would have screamed about how it was even possible that she could have killed someone like Gin.
She had a kitchen knife yes, but because she knew how people were deep down. How could she not, considering the memories she had in her head? But when it came down to it, really down to it, she really didn't stand a chance against anyone here.
For a long while she's quiet, and she might be crying again but. ]
...does it hurt?
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[A pause, before]
You deserve much better than zis, but it is what I offer you, if you wish for a quick and merciful deas.
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S-so it's like...cold sleep? Like when we vote off who we think is Gnosia and they just...go to sleep for a really long time.
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Correct. A cold, long sleep.
Ant I sink it is time for Sleeping Beauty to get her rest. Do you agree?
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When she's in front of him she just kind of sinks down into the floor, so she's level with the glass. She stares into it rather than anywhere else. ]
Beauty sleep is...important, y-yeah?
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Ze most important kind. And I can promise you that ze dreams you vill have vill be ze most pleasant you have ever had.
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She takes the glass in her hands and brings it close to her; her fingers are trembling but she's hugging it with her body now, so it shouldn't matter.
An inhale of breath and a small sigh. ]
...so then I'll just go to sleep now, and it'll be okay.
B-but before I do, promise me you won't forget me, okay? I'm just a body, just a number: that's what SQ stands for. The 511th vessel, in alphabetical order, for my mom to put herself in.
So don't forget me and who I was, okay?
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I...I vill never forget you, Frau SQ.
I promise.
[And it's the truth.]
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With a sharp draw of breath she brings the glass to her lips and swallows it all cleanly despite it's bitter taste. It's not at all pleasant but she can tell herself its like a shot, just like this is just another method of reaching cold sleep.
Thankfully it doesn't take long even though it may not be entirely painless, she won't scream and she won't shout, she will leave this world in some manner of how she wishes to be perceived. Her body falls to the floor, the glass shatters and her breathing slows to a halt.
SQ is dead, but maybe in some way she had her wish fulfilled after all. At least someone will remember she existed. ]
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Her death is quick. Just like he promised.
He lands near her face, looking at it intently, before Professor Pericles whispers something only he can hear.]
Rest well, knowing you vill be remembered for generations.
[And with that, the parrot is back in the air and out the door, destination in mind as he considers the possible health issues he may be suffering from, and how he could treat them while in this place.]