EXECUTION II

[faentasy]

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.

Comments

[5_1_1]

Better than the ones this week. [ Shaky, but she needed to say it. If she said it, it had to be true. SQ is good at lying, and of course that extends to lying to herself true.

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?

[hellochildren]

[Both eyebrows raise at that, and they stay raised, even as he speaks.]

I...I vill never forget you, Frau SQ.

I promise.

[And it's the truth.]

[5_1_1]

[ Somehow she smiles at that, maybe it's a smile of defiance or maybe it's a smile of getting exactly what she wanted even while being condemned to this fate against her will. She won't say anything else, and it's easier if she doesn't.

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. ]

[hellochildren]

[He flies into the air as the glass falls from her hands, the neutral expression sliding over his face again as he breaths a sigh-of relief that it's over? Of relieving the tension he felt in himself? He doesn't like how he's unsure of the true answer.

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.]