foundationmods (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
foundationmods) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
thefoundation2018-12-09 11:27 am
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2018-12-09 11:27 am
Entry tags:
WEEK 2 - EXECUTION
Just like before, you all get up in the morning...but you know that after today, there will be less of you.
The Lady appears again, leading you all up the stairs to the third floor, just like before. You arrive at the chapel - where a screen near the altar is already playing a video, the sound of the most beautiful instrument in the world washing over you all as you take a seat in the pews.
The Lady puts down some tarp near the altar, as if expecting this to get messy. When she's finished, she sets her gaze on all of you, her beautiful face somehow awful during this moment before someone dies.
"Good morning. Shall we begin this execution?"
EXECUTION
Every execution needs an executioner.
Cinque. You have been chosen as Flat Escardos' executioner today. Please join me and your victim up before the Altar.
[Without waiting for a response, she continues -]
Please pick from one of these methods of execution: Hanging, Drowning, Stabbing, Strangling, Immolation, Electrocution, or the Iron Maiden. You have ten minutes to decide.
no subject
Good morning, prey! As I said yesterday, today I will die for the sake of my God. But, in reward for my sacrifice and devotion, I will not perish-- I will live again, to continue hunting and feasting on all of you! To you, Akira Kurusu and Makoto Nijima...my Lord dedicates this to you.
[ and then, he turns to cinque, the wide smile growing ]
So, my dear executioner. How would you like to exact your revenge on this flesh body? How would you like to make Flat Escardos suffer?
no subject
Hello...
[ She's without her usual peppiness. Her heart is pounding and she really doesn't like any of this. Looking away as he says revenge. She's shaking her head. ]
I'm just here to stop the hurt.
[ Cinque only knows how to smash, and none of these methods are smashing though. So... drawing in a shaky breath as she decides to keep her words as short as possible. ]
I pick drowning...
no subject
[ flat laughs, sneering at cinque. if only these guards weren't flanking him, if only the lady wasn't there either, he would take her as his prey-- yes, that's exactly what the look on his face says.
but despite the decision, he looks joyous. ]
In Christianity this would be akin to a baptism. A wonderful blasphemy fit for a monster like me! Go on, Cinque-- drown me yourself.
no subject
In this moment, she's scared.
She takes a step back, moving to wrap her arms around herself as she gives a nod. It's what Eight would respect... taking the pain in your own hands when you take out your opponent. It's just feels wrong. This all feels so wrong. ]
Alright. I will.
[ The Staff will bring out a tub for the task. She'll then offer a hand to Flat- no the wolf monster. It's bath time, doggo. ]
1/2
his god has never failed him before, and will not fail him today.
he takes the first step in the tub, and then the other. the water is cold, and it's obvious that the staff didn't care about warming it up for him. when he sits down, the water reaches up to his neck, but even then, the smile doesn't fade away from his face.
flat's blue irises are now a chilling white, and they stare at the two people that brought him to his demise. makoto and akira. ]
It takes from three to ten minutes for a host to become brain dead via drowning. Truly a wonderful method of executing someone you considered your friend. And, even if this body stops breathing--
2/2
It's my win.
no subject
Then he's in the tub and it all come crashing down. Shit. She picked wrong.
She picked wrong and the worst way. If he's right, it'll take three to ten minutes. Long and painful deaths are the worst...
Her shoulders slump as the words come out, and there is trembling there. She didn't want anyone to suffer and yet...
She picked wrong. Swallowing a bit as she puts a hand on the back of his head and grabs his hair. Pushing his head underwater as soon as he's done talking to hold him there. ]
It's okay... I'll be right here until you go...
[ There are tears streaming down her face. It's okay. She can do this. She can do this. ]
tw drowning
it does not stay for long, but not without looking at the crowd with its terrifying white eyes and bearing its fangs for all to see. it escapes at a supernaturally fast speed, the sound of chains echoing through the room.
and, in the end, all that's left is flat. by instinct he struggles, perhaps the only real proof that he's human. he tries to grab at cinque's hands, and maybe she can see a helpless flash of blue eyes before, eventually, his hands go slack. he's not unconscious, though--
he's merely accepted his fate.
it takes perhaps another thirty seconds before his eyes finally close and another minute for the bubbles to stop floating to the surface. after five minutes of torture for both the executioner and their target, flat escardos is dead. ]
no subject
This is the weight of taking a life... and it was all for nothing. ]
no subject
Roxas isn't sure that she should be just...remaining where she is though, so eventually he'll make his way over. But, he'll reach out to place a hand on shoulder first. ]
no subject
It takes only a moment before she whirls around and jumps at Roxas to hug him tight. Sorry about the wet hand. Just going to cry on him ]
no subject
...hey, want to head back?
[ Maybe it's time for a moment of sharing some ice cream. ]
no subject
Yeah. Yeah I do...
[ Sniffling ]
no subject
Okay. Then...let's go.
[ He'll wait if she needs to adjust where she's placed the hand on his arm, but then begin to lead her away from all of this...and out of the chapel. ]