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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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]

[missmaladroite]

Aagh!

[FUCK THIS IS NOT ACCORDING TO PLAN]

[she struggles as she's pulled towards him, trying to tug back, but who knows how strong this jackass is]

[i bet there are fanfics about this]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[yeah he's using the momentum to try to throw her smack against the console, hopefully breaking something in the process.]

You know, I'd planned for it to be you, at first. He loves you so-- it's rather disgusting.

[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.

[douchemag]

[His face goes disgusted when he sees how weak his magic is now - he'd tested the limits before, but actually having to deal with the nerf in a fight is a different thing entirely.] Fuck, I hate this ship!

[But for all that he's an idiot, he knows when he needs a new strategy, so he'll back up in the air, eyes scanning the room for ways he can fight or anyone he can support that isn't a straight up offensive attack.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Now that's one thing we have in common.

[he's not actually interested in letting Judar play support-- it's annoying. He doesn't feel like chasing him either. Marinette throwing debris gave him an idea, and he's throwing some at Judar himself via tentacles, just to check.]

[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?

[chiseler]

[Yeah, okay, that's definitely a low blow but he's not letting it show in his expression. This isn't Adrien. This is something else and like the Queen this is something designed to throw him off-guard. So, he's just going to start to circle the outer portion of the room to try and size up the alien here.]

Yeah, yeah. Just another dumb blonde, right? You know you picked a real good host to hide in for that reason. Do you know how long I spent arguing about you? You almost got away, too. I should be applauding you. [What are you after, you dumb fuck...] But I don't think killing myself'll help. That was a special case.

So. When're you calling her? Gimme an idea how much time we've got and I'll make it work.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he's looking even more amused the more Luke talks; it looks like sharing monologues is exactly what he's after.]

That was the point of the pick, but you shouldn't act so surprised. You never trusted them, did you? Either of them. At least not really. None of you did. You made it quite clear this trial. [he's grinning] That list was quite inspired. Your reasoning was faulty, though. I've wanted to kill Jack since what he did to Rhys. Imagine if you'd doubted poor little Adam because my host hadn't gotten in Dave's way with his little plan.

[either talking about the queen or his minyans are a sore spot, because his expression darkens]

This isn't a phone call. She is always listening, always with us. I'm going to give her access to this ship and to your rotting corpses if it's the last thing I do.

[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.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[okay, that's enough to hit, and that fucking hurts, which was apparently a mistake, because he is now gunning for the both of them. he aims for judar first, jumping up a ridiculous height and grabbing at him with a tentacle-- and then throwing him right at Dorian, immediately positioning himself to try to stab them both at once]

[tevinteriscoming]

[Well, the thing about getting them close enough to one another that you can stab them both is that you also get them close enough to one another that he can barrier them both. Chain lightning hasn't depleted his mana as much as some of his spells, and he can still spring a barrier in place.

One that will be immediately destroyed by a tentacle stabbing them, and that will leave Dorian dizzy and light-headed and stumbling, but it's bought them another moment.

He doesn't have any mana to retaliate with, though, so it's on you, Judar.]

[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]

[socloverit]

[that was weak as far as dead brother shittalking goes but her expression still twists up in anger—it's not enough to break her focus, though, and speed is most of what someone so small has going for her, so scampering back isn't enough to completely avoid the impact but it's enough to keep the barrier intact for right now. But she isn't retreating completely; while the attack's coming she extends the scythe and swings it out in front of her, aiming to slice any of those tentacles right the fuck off of him while she can still do so safely; those aren't Adrien's real limbs it's fine???

As she does, she's calling over her shoulder:] We can't just keep messing around! We need to get him back to the conference room!

[douchemag]

Got any fucking ideas?! 'Cause at this point, pretty sure it's gonna take all we got just to kill him!

[YEAH SORRY Judar is not on board the 'save the cat' train just kill him before he kills everyone else]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he manages to move most of the way in time when he dodges the scythe because he expected it to come for his head, honestly, but one of them is cut and he bares his teeth at her]

Well that's just rude. [rude enough that he is rushing at her once more to try to break that stupid bubble, a not very thought-out all out attack, it seems.] I told Elizabeth to do it, you know. Your brother. She asked for my advice when it looked like Hancock failed. I thought it'd be funny.

[and to compensate on that, here is another meowstermind special attack straight from mother's womb: a vision, only for Clover, of Light and herself in the medbay, and the turret firing at Light while he holds her down as Adrien and Elizabeth's voices talk, as if discussing dinner.

"You know I've always loved the tragedy of siblings," Adrien offers. Elizabeth laughs.]

[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.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[well, listen, a door flying straight at him, he's going to reflexively aim to cut it!

Which he can. He can cut steel with that arm blade. The door does the anime thing where it cuts in half and falls on either side of him. Right into some consoles.

That's fucked up.]

The Grim Reaper herself! I thought you'd never show up.

[his retaliation so far seems to be a wide, excited grin... until he seemingly rushes at Grell, "claws" first.]

[erythristic]

It's called being fashionably late.

[he rushes, and she forces herself to wait until he's closer before she leaps upwards, over him to twist in the air and aim a slash downwards at his back as she lands on her feet. this wasn't about strength - it would be, if she wanted to kill and say Adrien be damned. this is about being smarter. even she gets that.]