WEEK 12 EXECUTION

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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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[erythristic]

[when the results come up, Grell is quiet, her heart stopped for a second. and then Adrien steps forward, and speaks, and her expression twists into something mad and terrible and she laughs as he runs. this is what she wanted.

so Ladybug has a friend who will push herself to the limit to keep up with, the scythe in her hands.]

Don't be shy! We've been looking for you for ever so long!

[there's no need to hide what she is. that she wants that creature's blood.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[the hallway, once they step into it, is empty. He went into the vents.

Unfortunately, it isn't quiet, because he is a douchebag with telepathy.]

Are you just going to let her do that, my Lady? Kill your husband so blatantly? After all, can't he still be rescued? Well. It's not like they care what you think, right?

[missmaladroite]

[she vaults over the fire after him -- too determined to even consider getting burned. She doesn't even notice Grell beside her, she's climbing into the vents to give chase]

No one is going to kill Adrien--- you, on the other hand, I'm not letting you escape! Give him back!

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he's way faster in the vents than she is, and she doesn't know them, so she's definitey losing track of him for now.]

You think they wouldn't? They said so, didn't they? Over and over. Oh, if we miss, it's fine. What's one more murder in the end, right? They nearly got you executed for me, and then where would he be? Dead.

[missmaladroite]

[teenage girl yells at cloud vents. Where did he go? The only place she can think of is where the eye was]

[But she doesn't really know her way around her vents, so she's just angrily scurrying forward and listening for any signs of him]

I won't let anyone - them or you - take Adrien away from me! [Calm down, Yuno.]

[But he's baiting her, and she knows it. She tries to breath deeply, think, think]

What are you after? Why are you doing this?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[there's a sound like humming in her mind]

For Her. She sent us to this place, and we listen to Her word. You've all heard Her. Now, I'd say there was never anything personal about it, but... I'd be lying if you humans didn't make it so.

[missmaladroite]

What exactly is her word supposed to be? And why are you listening to it so blindly?!

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Don't talk about Her. Not with your filthy mouth. We are Hers, and soon, all of you will be too.

[missmaladroite]

[AGGRESSIVELY REFUSES TO CAPITALIZE THE WORD]

[she's still headed to gaea, but fuck these vents, to be honest]

Her, her, her, a giant eyeball? Don't make me laugh. What is she going to do, wink at me until I start doting on her and worshiping her?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

You don't know, but you've seen Her. You all have. Not that any of you were worthy.

By the way, are you always so bad at chasing, or am I going to have to wait for the rest of his natural born life?

[missmaladroite]

Yeah, a giant eyeball. How impressive. You guys have seriously low standards.

[okay, riling him up isn't working]

[but hey, she's going to kick her way into the gaea room and look for any signs of him]

Here, kitty, kitty.

[erythristic]

It's not Adrien I want to kill! It's you!

[that statement has no right to be sang out so sweetly. but Grell does it anyway, and thinking about the vents. there's only one place he'd really go, right?]

Marinette! Don't get lost~!

[screw the vents. she's heading for the elevator shaft to get upstairs. he probably expects it, but good. she wants to see that face.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Without that program, it's him you'll get. But I guess you don't care, right? I've wanted to see that true serial killer face of yours ever since those secrets came out.

[erythristic]

Please, you underestimate my finesse. I'll gut you and make you choke on your last breath, and before it's gone, we'll save him, and you'll die utterly in despair.

[oh, she could weep from joy. but yes. upstairs. she pauses for one second, to listen - where would those skittering kitty feet be, if she was an evil alien, where would cause the most harm...

casualties. the word comes back to her from Jason's words, and then she realizes. the Gaea room wouldn't do anything, they already had Alice. but the bodies. the room they had blocked off. the sheep room is where she's running.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

You shouldn't overestimate your capacity. There's no saving him. Not after this.

[erythristic]

I know a grim reaper's capacity, my dear. The myriad ways of death are our specialty. How close you can get before you go over the edge.

[sure, she wasn't an alien death expert, but that means they just get to experiment.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I'm not talking about life. You said it yourself. Death incarnate. Do you really think... Someone like him, such a martyr, a hero, someone who would have sacrificed himself for any of you ten times over... Do you honestly think he'd come back from this? Or were you planning to do what you did with Dave, and just leave him be and hope for the best? That's been working out great so far.

[erythristic]

What do you know about a human? What they can live through, adapt to? What do you know of time and what it may contain, how someone might change to go through, over, around what it holds? Tell me, dear General, what do you know of the soul?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

What do you know of this soul? I'd been looking forward to breaking him for so long... But you guys did such a nice job of it already. Should've died. Living on pity. Such a good host. Such a kind boy, won't he look after everyone? Won't he deal with everyone's problems? A hero who's every step has been nothing but a failure.

I don't need to know souls to tell when they've had enough. You've called us cruel? Look at yourselves.

[erythristic]

There you've made a mistake.

[and out front the door to the room, she stops, looking up at the ceiling.]

I know I'm cruel. I'm a monster, and I glory in it. And I will be as cruel as is needed to attain my ends, be that to myself or to the one you hold hostage. It's why I have any authority to call you what I do.

[she will tear apart whoever she wants to find the truth.]

Perhaps I don't know this soul as much as I could. But I will take time after to do so, time you won't have. And if you have a soul, you darling vermin, I intend to split it open, and know it in a way that I'll never forget.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[all she'll hear is laughter]

Oh, I look forward to it.