WEEK 6 - E̛x̛e̵c̴̷̀u̴͢t҉io͜n̶͞

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s̛̕͜u̷n̴̕d͡ay͞ ͜͠͠EX͞È̢C̶̕U͏͜T̕Ì̡O͜͞N̡ (29̨)͘ ͏̶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



cul͟?͞͞͏?p͡r͘͢it̡͘?̨͘?



scapegoat



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[tevinteriscoming]

[He expects the thing to attack fairly soon, so he's keeping a cautious eye on it. But while it wants to talk, then he's going to continue to try to keep it talking.]

You must be very powerful. What type of demon are you, then? I've never seen one quite like you. Fascinating.

[brooches]

None. Better than that.

1900s called, demons are fucking lame.

[ She pulled that one from Elizabeth's databanks. ]

[tevinteriscoming]

Are they? Do tell. [Raising an eyebrow with obvious interest. Which isn't untrue; he's very interested, but he's also getting a sense an appeal to its vanity is the way to go.] Circumstances could be better, but I can't deny wanting to know more about a creature like you. What's more powerful than a demon?

this is late, but i wanted to be a badass. THIS HAS NO REFLECTION OF ANYTHING screams

[brooches]

A goddess.

[ Is she really? Because she sounds like a minion at this point. A cocky ass minion. Elizabeth's arms crack open with a thunderous carnage of flesh and sharpness. ]

You were always the favorite choice - the AI's little pet.

[ Sorry, she's not gonna talk more but chew that as she tends to other matters. ]

[tevinteriscoming]

[Well, that certainly drops the bottom out of his stomach. What the hell does that mean? AI's little pet aside, what was he the favorite choice for? His mind goes immediately to what's happened to Elizabeth - demon possession. He'd like to think he'd know. He's been training only his entire life to thwart possession, after all. But the fear grips him entirely for a moment before another possibility occurs. The wine; it isn't necessarily Hancock's drink, but it certainly is his. Would he be so stupid to trust someone like Elizabeth bringing him wine on a Friday and wanting to talk? He suspects the answer, sadly, is yes. If Hancock's role hadn't come out, would he have...

He tries to shake off the worry for now. There are other things to attend to, particularly when Elizabeth turns her attention to Fiona.

But. Damn it.]

This is exactly why you never talk to demons.