WEEK 12 EXECUTION

[al2955]

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s̛̕͜u̷n̴̕d͡ay͞ ͜͠͠EX͞È̢C̶̕U͏͜T̕Ì̡O͜͞N̡ (11)͘ ͏̶s̸u̴rv̀i͏v̶͝o̧͘ŕ͏s͟ As͡͝ ̕͞v̢̛o̵̢t̀́íņ̀g͡͞ ̵̨́co̸m̧e̶s͟ t͜o̢̢ ͝a҉n̵̵̵ ̀͢e̸n̨d́҉, ͏̡a̕͏ s̢͞o̕͢n̶҉̸g͏̴ f͢͠i͠ļ͟͡t͏̡e͠r͝͝ś҉͟ ͞į҉n͏̸͡ ͡͏p̸l̶̨͝a͜y͡҉e̷d̵ ̧̕s͘o͝ ̡l͝o̸͡͠u͘҉d ͘t̴ha҉̵͘t͏̢͞ ͡i͟͝t̸̀͠ ͟b̀e̕c̷͘͘o̢͏m̢e͟͝s ̀̕͢d͟ist̡͢o̕͡r̷̨ęḑ̶͡ ̧҉an͜d̢҉͜ ̴̷̢f͢͡͝r͟a͝g̸ḿeņ̢̛t̷́ed̡͡.̢͟ ̛̛ ̢̀͞I̷f̴͝ ̵҉a̷ ͢ṕ̴̀ar̛t̶i̧͢c̨̡͞į͢͟p̛̛͠á̕n͘͟t͟͝ ch͏ec̀ks̀͢͝ t̨̕͞h̴͞e͟͡i̕r ͘͘d̵a͘tá̛p͟͝a̶͘d͡,̡͡ ͡th̸̕͟ęy͢ ҉w͡i͏l̀͡ļ̀ ̵ş̸́e̷e̕͘͏ ́t͠h̵͝ȩ̸ ҉̵t̵̵͟h͜ę̶ ̡̛v̵ic͞t͘͜͡į̸m̀ ͢͡à̵͟n̡̛d̵́ ̴̷s͘͢ų͠sp͞͞e҉̸͢c̸̶̛t c̕h͟os̛en͟ ̶̴b̸̨̛y̧ ̴m̀a͞j̵o͢͞r̨̀͏i̵̶̛t̴̀͜y͏'̛͡s̵̸ p̛i̛͜c̛tu͠ŕ͠e̶̕s ̵d͠iş̨p͘͝l̛͏ay҉̷e͠d.̸̛͜ ҉Í̶̸f̸̢̕ ̵͏t͏h̀͟ę͝y͞ ̴͜͟a͠t͏͜t̨̛em̨̛ṕ͟t ͜͝tǫ ̧͞s̷c̴̛r̢͘ơ̧l̶͜͝ļ͠,̷ t́͜h́͘e̛y̶ ͡w̨͜i̢l̢l̸͢ ̢se̶̢͞e͝͝ ͏a ̷l̢i͝҉s̶̀͜t of̛͞ ̕ch̕ar̢a͘͡c̢t͝er̷ś ̴a̕n͠͏d̴ t͟h́ę̧ir̴͝ ̵͘v̛o͘͡t́͏ę̷s ̵́i̴̡n̸̸͝ a̷͘l̴̴p̡̀͞h̸̷̕a͟b̶̀͠ę͟ţ̵̛i͏͘c͟al̨̡ ͞ór̶͠d͢͡e͞r̵͟. ͘͝

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[al2955]

[When the deadlines pass, all datapads beep. The hologram in the conference room displays the votes.

Adrien Agreste: 5
Marinette Dupain-Cheng: 4
Dave Strider: 1
Yuno Gasai: 1

There is no indication of whether the right culprit was caught or not. Instead, there's only a line of text.]

EXECUTION LOADING...5 MIN TO GO

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[casually... getting up and stretching]

So anyway. Man, every single time with this kid. I knew I should've changed his vote.

[missmaladroite]

[Ladybug's face goes through horror to disbelief to anger in three seconds flat]

Let him go!

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[laughing]

Why would I? I'm getting "cleansed" soon anyway, aren't I? I think I'll stay right where I am. ... Well, not literally.

[and he fucking books it for the OPEN DOORS, YOU FUCKING MORONS NEVER REPLACED THE CONFERENCE ROOM DOORS???? HE'S RUNNING]

GAEA ROOM

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[anyone coming into the room will see Ladybug, yo-yo at the ready, and this lovely creature. Except his entire right "arm" extended into a blade, because of course it did.]

Are we ready to go, then? I've got a program to dismantle.

[missmaladroite]

[SHE'S LASSOOING YOU WITH HER YOYO THANKS]

[or trying]

You're not going to get the chance---!

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he grabs it before it can reach him with one of his tentacles]

I'm going to enjoy killing you.

[and TUGS AT IT]

[douchemag]

Hey, hey, won't you call the queen bitch to come out and play too? It's gonna be boring if the only one we get to kill today is you.

[okay his own mandataory villainous monologuing over, he points his staff at Adrien]

Ramz al-salos! [Spears of lightning crash down around him...but honestly, for all his bragging, his actual power has been heavily nerfed so his spells aren't anywhere as strong as Dorian's.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

You think you could kill Her? You won't even be able to touch me!

[there's something unnatural and creepy at the way he skitters and moves to dodge the lightning; like a mix of Adrien's chat grace and... well, some sort of bug.]

But don't worry, I plan to make way for Her so you can see for yourself.

[chiseler]

[...you know. If he's going down let's go down swinging. He's stood by enough and he's so tired of people he cares about being possessed by these fuckers. Backbiter's drawn and he casts looks at Adam and Jason to see where they are before he keeps his sword ready to strike.]

And what do you know about dismantling programs anyway? [Oh. Are we talking first? Guess we're talking first.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

A lot more than you know about ... basically anything, if I recall correctly.

[there's legitimate amusement in the thing's "face", cut in half as it is. it was there, and it was listening, apparently.]

Are you going to finally do something, then? Maybe kill yourself? That seemed to work last time, right?

[tevinteriscoming]

[Well. Seems like the commotion is in here. He's coming back in - though he doesn't have the ring with him.

As soon as there's a moment where Marinette or one of the warriors isn't in the way, he'll chain lightning him. It sends an arc of lightning that jumps around the room; if he tries to dodge, it will try to hit him several times. Cast from somewhere in the back; he's being reckless, but he's still staying at the back of his range.]

[douchemag]

Nice!

[Judar's spells might not be as powerful, but that doesn't matter if he can rely on someone else's. When he sees Dorian shoot off the lightning, he'll strengthen it with his own lightning magic.]

[socloverit]

[okay well you guys have fun with your monologues, because the second Clover's barriered and ready to go, she's sprinting in, full speed ahead, swinging the scythe back like she's going in for a lethal strike—and feinting, spinning into trying to kick him in the side like a door she's trying to bust down. NO LEAD-IN JUST VIOLENCE]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he takes the hit-- though by the look on his face, it still hurts-- and he tries to slice at her with one of his arm blades, though the barrier bounces him off.]

Oh, are you not feeling up to talking? Who mentioned your brother this time? [a beat] Oops, it was me.

[she better get the fuck out of there, because he's aiming all his tentacles AND all his blades at her at once, to try to break Judar's barrier]

[erythristic]

[she's got no barrier when she makes her entrance, but she has something almost as good - a very heavy and familiar metal door to be a shield. when it was clear that all the action had been on the other side of the ship, she'd weighed her options before kicking through the ice barricading the door in place as a reinforcement and dragging the thing along.

the door acts a shield enough for her for the debris, and while the creature's distracted with some of their other efforts, Grell takes the handle in two hands and hurls the thing at it. whether it connects or is deflected, her scythe's out to be its own sort of shield, ready for his counter.

as if she'd miss this party.]

1/2

[missmaladroite]

[Putting some distance between her and the alien, Ladybug takes the moment to catch her breath, and stare out at all the other people fighting. They're losing. They're all losing. There's no way they can overpower this thing enough to drag it back to the conference table, and as hurt and betrayed and angry as she still feels about some of them, looking around, they're just getting hurt. No one's died yet, but that might change, and she can't risk them-- any of them-- anymore.]

[But there's only one way she can think of to save Adrien and them, one last gambit. Her last chance. And they need a miracle.]

[missmaladroite]

[She turns to address the people that are still conscious!] Everyone! We can't bring the alien back to the Conference Room! But-- we could bring the Viewport to the alien!

Follow my lead. And whatever you do--- save him! You have to save him!

[With that, she throws up her yo-yo, it lights up, as ladybugs (not hearts) start to fly out, to form an item!]

Lucky Charm!

EXECUTION

[al2955]

[ Adrien's body topples to the ground. His claws and tentacles are pulled into him, and he's forced back into the young boy the ship at large knows. His eyes are unseeing.

On the projector that Marinette has summoned, the video starts with a stutter.

He is in the middle of the ocean, on a gondola lit by golden lights from round, paper lanterns that float up and away. He looks peaceful, fingers laced as he lays in the boat, facing the sky with his eyes closed. He looks more dead than alive, and you’d be forgiven for thinking so. The view pans up, up, and further away. The navy expanse of the ocean stretches on forever, but the lanterns light it up in a calm, soft way. It's peaceful, serene, almost too much so.

A noise rouses him and he sits up, peering over the edge of the boat to seek out the source. He sees, then, another. Someone else at sea, and Adrien stands when he sees who is in the other boat.

Marinette looks just as peaceful, but her body is pale, too pale to be warm to the touch anymore. The lanterns cast a golden tone over her deathly pallor, and Adrien cups his hands over his mouth to shout her name: "Marinette!" Again. Again. Again. She doesn't respond.

Tentacles suddenly wrap around Marinette’s boat, dragging it under the water. Adrien shouts in alarm and immediately dives after her, plunging into the sea. He swims desperately, going deeper and deeper until the light from the lanterns vanish completely, but always just barely out of reach of Marinette’s body. Eventually he emerges in a sparkling underwater cave, dozens upon dozens of shimmering crystals lining the walls and reflecting his face back at him - but where the real Adrien looks furious and desperate, all of his reflections show him with a calm and cheerful smile on his face. As he walks deeper into the cave, the crystals grow more flawed, warping the images of his smile until they shatter and crack.

Finally he reaches a dimly lit cavern at the end of the cave. Marinette’s boat lies on the floor - but above it is an enormous translucent crystal. Pinned and trapped within, eyes closed and face serene, is Chat Noir. As Adrien approaches, the crystal begins to peel and small cracks run through it - and that’s when it becomes clear that rather than a crystal, this is actually a chrysalis...and it’s hatching.

Chat Noir’s eyes snap open as fleshy tentacles emerge from his back, forming an enormous facsimile of butterfly wings against the sky. He reaches for the stunned Adrien, cupping his face almost gently with a beatific smile.

”Who are you really?” And then his voice changes, deepens into one of a man’s. ”Adrien...so you really were just this worthless after all. You’d be better off gone.”

And then Chat Noir lunges at Adrien. The video cuts off there, leaving Adrien's still breathing body on the ground.]

[al2955]

[A few minutes after Adrien's execution, clouds pour out of all nearby statues to form the silhouette of a woman. She's missing the usual bite in her voice, sounding tired for once.]

Congratulations, Pygmalion. You did it. The last of those bastards is gone and the ship is clean, which means the first stage of the Project is officially over. No more motives, no more trials, no more murders. Welcome to the club. I've activated immunity for all survivors left - it won't heal the wounds you currently have or stop you from dying from them, but it'll prevent infection at the very least.

It's not over yet, but you should get some rest while you can. I'll talk to you tomorrow.

[She vanishes. True to her word, all remaining survivors will now have an immunity shield around them.

Getting rest will be difficult though. Whether it's one last telepathic move from the hivemind or a psychic attack from the Queen Mother is impossible to tell, but everyone will suffer from vivid night terrors tonight, similar in nature to what the Queen would have shown them during their interaction last week.]

deadchat

[breakshot]

[ Some time after the battle ends and the execution plays out, everyone's datapads will go off with a noise. Hey, doesn't that sound like the theme to Furry Passing? Indeed it is, as the dead undoubtedly witnessed all that's happened in the last hour too. When they open their mailboxes, there's a message: "You did it. Good work, everyone."

It's from Machias. Seems like we still haven't lost communication with the dead yet. ]

[erythristic]

[later, when people have passed out or generally passed into silence, a reply comes:]

Was it really "good" work?

[toprotecttheworld]

[This is a new sight. Arbok's avatar is running around giving everyone messages! That's right, if they look at Furry Crossing, they'll notice it's Arbok and not Jessie who is initiating the Furry Crossing theme. There are even little flowers surrounding his head, and he anime smiles whenever he manages to send your character a letter!

However, the letters are all variations of keysmashing because Arbok can't speak human no matter what universe he's in despite being sentient, apparently. Clover will get the most messages from Arbok, Judar the second most, though everyone will get one at some point. If they reply, Jessie is sure to follow up shortly after. But he just wants to check on everyone, too!]

[socloverit]

[okay well first of all arbok is sweet and pure and perfect

and it isn't until like ass o'clock at night that she responds, because she's busy getting her cool new stomach wound patched up and babysitting Judar and adamantly refusing to sleep and drinking probably enough coffee to kill her but once she does check Furry Passing there sure are like eight million illegible messages from a snake. This is the only happy thing that's happened to her all day.

So she responds with like eight million heart emojis and makes her avatar do the flowery smile back.]

[douchemag]

[Judar really isn't conscious at all during the night except when he's waking up screaming from the night terrors, but he manages to be barely lucid enough to hear his datapad go off at some point and squint blearily at the messages.

...and he'll just keysmash back before passing out again, since he doesn't have the energy for any actual messages. Hopefully Arbok gets the gist anyway!!]