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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[brooches]

[ You shouldn't have done that. ]

You know? What is it with people and their sad, pathetic little trust in others? Bad move.

[ With a roaring rip, Elizabeth's arm splits open to reveal a blade-like appendage and Fiona takes a hash slice right across the torso. Not enough to impale her, but enough to cause harm. Lots of blood, guys. ]

[hatslinger]

[ She feels it immediately. Right above her stomach, a lateral cut — she feels the blood seeping out so quickly, like a waterfall, and she doesn't even have the opportunity to parse what's going on. She's grabbing at the wound, as if she's trying to keep the blood inside, and she pulls out her derringer from her sleeve. she points it.. then lowers it. she's too weak to do anything.

through strained, forced breaths, she manages to mutter a few words. ]

What.. the fuck.. did you do to Elizabeth? She didn't deserve this. She..

[ suddenly she feels like she's opened the gash up a little more in her effort. she can't keep herself up anymore, and she falls down to her haunches, then she collapses entirely. her hat rolls away, tragically. ]

[brooches]

[ Trust me, if Liz knew what she did, she would be losing it. The creature completely pushes Fiona away like trash. Utter trash. ]

[tevinteriscoming]

[Oh, good. Then maybe she won't notice Dorian rushing in to try to get to Fiona. He hasn't cast anything, yet, since he has a limited number of spells, but he's ready to blast this thing with some fire if she comes at them. Otherwise, once he gets them, bending down to try to see if he can help her up.]

[hatslinger]

[ fiona grunts instinctively when dorian lifts her. some more blood lightly seeps out from her opened wound. her shirt's been slashed open, so it trickles down even farther down her torso. she seems halfway lucid, but the shock from the wound's too much for her to regain consciousness at the moment. ]

[brooches]

[ Elizabeth isn't going to play with her food. She's quick, her form twitchy and crawling onto the table in an attempt to get to her prey. If you want, you can blast her ass when she leaps with her newly forming elongated blade-fingers. They're coming right at you, Dorian and Fiona. ]

[tevinteriscoming]

[Well, fuck. Okay. He's halfway to lifting Fiona, so it takes him a few seconds to drop her ass (sorry) and fumble for his staff before blasting her with fire. Nothing too complicated; he doesn't want to blow through his mana so quickly.]

A little help, Bull?

[He's probably not busy.]

[qundercover]

Mages should stay in the back, you know.

[He has heard the mage cry for help so CHARGING IN to make it better. He does that. It's his job as Tank of the party. If Eviliz hasn't backed off enough, he's taking a damn good swing of the axe to make sure she keeps her distance - before picking up Fiona easily and starting to move her out of harm's way. Or at least, to a less dangerous side of the room.]