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. ͘͝

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cul͟?͞͞͏?p͡r͘͢it̡͘?̨͘?



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[douchemag]

[okay well he'll be swearing a whole fucking lot when Clover gets thrown into him, but otherwise he'll just reinforce her barrier and stay out of this hot mess GO CLOVER GO]

[unasking]

I wish I could say the feeling was mutual.

[Now, a twisted smile crosses his face. This is Clover's moment, this is for Clover, this is for Light, this is for himself.

This is for all the damage that was done during this trial. This is for continuing to put his children in danger. This is his last act of reckless abandonment, of pure chaos, of humanity.

Or is it?

(Idly, he can't help but wonder if this is enough to atone.

Master, I won't be at your side anymore, but I hope that you know that I left this world protecting innocents - just as you would want me to.)

In a flash, the rest of the black flames consume Frankenstein's body - and he can feel it from within. He can feel his soul being pulled apart from the anger of millions of spirits and inside, he is screaming. Inside, he is growling and fighting because this thing cannot be stronger than him. It is a weapon, it isn't him—

But it is.

So where Frankenstein was once standing, there is instead something else entirely. For a few moments, it's motionless as Clover swings her axe. Then all at once it roars.

The screaming of thousands of souls, Frankenstein's one voice drowned among them, resounds through the room. Its arms begin to move, directing the aura that had already been present and continuing to thread it, moving it to pierce through monster that was once Elizabeth - though it still methodically avoids vitals. No, this is for Clover, whatever last piece of Frankenstein's psyche remains knows that this is more important to her and not to him.

All that's left is this ghoul where Frankenstein once stood. With one last motion, it surveys the damage of the room and it smiles.

It already begins to crumble, unable to manifest without a vessel to properly take now that Frankenstein's very soul has been claimed.

The wisps of shadow begin to disappear just as they came, returning to whatever spiritual prison that they once came from, this time with one more in tow.]

[thanatosincarnate]

{ Arumat could not interfere in the battle, but perhaps upon seeing whomever was engaged within, he was content he did not have to. Or maybe that was a stretch, because as he watched everything unfold, all he could do is clench his hands into fists at every section of it all. But his gaze was laser-focused elsewhere -- moreso on Judar, Frankenstein, and Clover's portion even if he did catch other parts much earlier (Jessie, Jack, Rhys, Fiona--).

He's silent at every hit that occurs, and then --

Frankenstein's move is made and the man who had been standing there was no more.

The man who made jokes casually, and watched over the children as well as a few others on this ship... a man he certainly trusted, who even bested him at one challenge. They never got a chance to engage in another, and he's sure in his moment of silence that he's not the only one wracked with grief.

There's nothing left.

There's nothing left.

This is always what happens isn't it?

At least... Frankenstein did something to assist in driving off that beast. His actions will never be forgotten. He will remember this. }