WEEK 12 EXECUTION

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE Ç͜A̵̸͞P̨̡TĄ̷IŅ͡'̀̕S̷ ͞L̶͜O̷̵G̴: Ẁ̨E̛͜ÉḰ̴͠ ̴̸(̧̛͜12)

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. ͘͝

victims



???͞͞͏??̨͘?



Character Statuses
Setting
Rulebook
Votes

Comments

[monsieurchatastrophe]

You don't talk about them. None of you deserve to talk about them. We were all willing to die for our cause. [and then, lower, darker, bringing his face closer to hers and grinning:] What did your friends die for? You? What a boon to the world that was.

[but before he gets to stab her, Judar talks shit and barriers her again and it bounces off uselessly. he gives the world's most annoyed sigh]

Seriously?

[socloverit]

[It should scare her, but there isn't much that does anymore; if this will kill her then she's ready, if it's going to hurt then it will buy the others more time and she's ready. She lets him talk, snarling further, rage and pain but no fear at all because there's no worst-case scenario left for her anymore—and while he's all up in her business like this, she makes the grossest hacking noise and spits directly into his face.

She's about ready for that stab to kill her, and that rage dissipates into shock all at once when it reflects off the barrier instead. Judar—he's still moving but he's hurt, she has to do something, she can't waste this. Shock and gratitude and grief and concern and it's gone when she turns back to the alien, scowling, unafraid.]

He's right. Judar's right. And you don't deserve to talk about me, much less my brother—much less any of them. [Her expression twists against how much it hurts to move as she starts to stand, unsteady and uncertain, arm over her wound and knees buckling as she tries; if she's quick, she can get out of here and let Jason and Luke and Grell into the fray before the barrier dissipates. It's holding her scythe still and she's stupid, but not so stupid as to dive for it like this. She totally can't play keepaway with an alien.] No-nothing to be afraid of except...except myself, right? [The Queen had said that about her, she remembers, and She was right about that, too.] F-five foot nothing and unarmed and staring an ugly sword monster in the face and I'm the most I have to be afraid of. So what does that make you bitches?

[douchemag]

[Judar's panting harshly, one hand pressed hard against his stab wound - less to stem the bleeding, and more to use the pain to keep him conscious. Added to the stlil-healing bullet wound that likely just got ripped open again, and this is definitely more blood loss and pain and exhaustion that he's equipped to handle as someone who's rarely ever injured in fights - but he's very, very aware that the second he passes out, Clover is almost definitely going to die and he'll likely follow in short succession.

So he snarls through his teeth and pushes back the darkness enroaching on the edges of his vision, grinding his palm against his wound until white spots of pain flashes in front of his eyes.]

Talk less and move!

[You know it's bad when Judar's telling someone to snark less, ah...]

[erythristic]

[there's not much she can do at this distance - she won't make it if she runs - other than something thought up in a single second that probably won't even work. but if they do nothing, Clover's as good as dead.

which is why, from a different side, half of that door Grell brought in is now being thrown back at the alien. it probably won't do anything other than give Clover a few seconds of time to use, but it's a distraction whether it connects or not. enough time for something to happen.

that said, she's not staying in the same location after she throws it, she's racing to a different one.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[at first he doesn't answer clover-- only trying to burst her stupid bubble barrier with swipes and stabs, because he has no idea what she's referencing when she talks about only having to be afraid of herself. he might be the Hivemind, but even he wasn't privy to his Queen's fun time conversations with everyone.

then even if he wanted to he is distracted by that stupid door again, and he dodges it by moving away this time. he still has Clover's scythe, but maybe if she books it now...]

I've had about enough out of you and your interference, Reaper.

[Grell is too far for him to bother, and he's had a bias against Clover since she was involved in Elizabeth's showdown, so that distraction only lasts a few seconds. better make them count.]