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round 2

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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?"

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[ And HERE SHE IS. Let's cast a cure spell on Owain. ]

I told you you aren't allowed to get hurt, Owain.

[ :< Also Mimi does that even hurt...]

It was for a worthy cause.

[ Finally approaching. Part of him wants to berate Owain for his recklessness but. Can't deny the results. Have a worried tap from his foot to Owain's. ]

[ crooks a finger, silently asking gerome to bend down ]

[ You ask, he obliges. Kneeling down right next to Owain. He's closer than he usually would, but given the circumstances, it's difficult not to hover. ]

[ grabbing the front of gerome's armor and pulling him in for a quick kiss ]

I love you. I'm sorry for worrying you. [ because he knows he worried him ]

[ He'd be lying if he said he didn't expect that. The fact that it's brief is bittersweet—he's not especially fond of public displays of affection but he is fond of Owain. ]

And I you. I won't deny my worry, but I accepted your eccentricities long ago. Each and every one, Chosen Hero.

Edited (this time it was for the icon) 2018-12-16 19:26 (UTC)

[ he's beaming bright at that, reaching his hand out to take Gerome's in his. ] The Chosen Hero is nothing without his loyal Black Knight at his side.

Then next time the Chosen Hero should wait for his Knight to enter the fray. [ He can allow handholding, sure. ]

Er, yeah-- Sorry...

... I'll let it pass. This time. [ He glances around before pressing an apologetic kiss to Owain's cheek. Once that's done, he gets to his feet and tries to nudge Owain up. ]

[ smile is back on his face as he stands up. then he realizes that his shirt is still undone, so he gets to work on putting it back together.

I'll take my leave now. I'm not one for celebrations and I'm afraid this amount of attention will only exhaust me.

[ Letting go of Owain's hand. Totally not surprised Owain forgot to put his shirt back together, by the by. ] You should stay for now. When you've had your fill of congratulations, come find me.