WEEK 6 - E̛x̛e̵c̴̷̀u̴͢t҉io͜n̶͞

[al2955]

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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?̨͘?



scapegoat



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[jackhole]

[ okay, but here's the catch.

rhys' corpse is on the floor, dead as a doornail for a long minute or so before it -- it stirs, and is now surely an it. there is a creek of bone and shifting of body just like elizabeth earlier as it pushes up from the ground and to shaky, shaky feet. rhys' (or what was left of him) eyes open to be the same pitch black as elizabeth's earlier and with a guttural noise it shifts into a certain something.

then, just like elizabeth, it speaks. somehow. ]

Hey.

[ it glances to the room in an eerie motion, letting out a low demonic hiss before looking back to jack. ]

She really didn't do anything to any of you. She just wanted to have a little fun. Always got carried away, that girl... and now you took her.

[ a claw lashes out quickly, slashing jack right across the middle just like fiona earlier. if anyone moves closer, it'll slash at you too -- but it's a bit limited this time because of the attached robot arm. ]

... No need to keep this, I guess? Stupid useless thing. Hate this host. Hate this body. Wrong pick completely, should've grabbed someone else.

[ it grabs the robot arm with one full movement and tears it out of its body, throwing it towards jack's bleeding body and looking up towards --

... the vents?

ripping the grate of the entrance, it dives right into the hole and with a hiss and an unnatural skittering of claws, it'll say one last thing in a sing song voice before scattering deeper into the vents. ]

We'll be coming for you, Aaa~liiice.

[ told you fuckers to vote for jack. ]

[refactor]

Bo— Hahahahaha both of you, the whole fucking time—

[ Jack is getting weaker on his feet here, even though he's laughing as he stares down this creature. He's not afraid. He's grinning just like a dying animal, though it's not entirely from the wounds. In fact, it's only a small part of it. Rhys and Elizabeth both, their betrayals had stung, but this? ]

This is goddamn hilarious!

[ He barks that out with a laugh, and this time, there's no hope whatsoever of dodging how that claw lashes out. It hits Jack full on, and he stumbles back until he falls, a bleeding, laughing mess. His vision is going blurry as he tries to keep his eyes on this creature, but only until that arm hits him. He looks at the silver and breathes out a softer laugh, then reaches out across his body to grab the arm. ]

Probably- gonna need— th--

[ But then he's out. ]

[qundercover]

[ Bull doesn't worship Andraste or the Maker or any of a myriad of Elven gods, but boy sometimes do you just need a religious figure to curse out sometimes! It's one of the great downsides of being Qunari. Enough people have died already tonight, enough blood. He's missing his axe, he can't fit in the vents (much to his chagrin), so he's stuck here. At least he can stand between Jack and anyone looking for more blood. ]

Are we fucking done here.

[ Mostly to everyone else. Jack doesn't appear to be in any way up for responding. Picking him up, since he's the most obviously in need of emergency field treatment - and grabbing the arm too. If he wants it that bad. ]

We got people to deal with.

[There is blood all over his nice new pants :(]