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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?"

Comments

[maskarang]

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

[swordhandled]

Er, yeah-- Sorry...

[maskarang]

... 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. ]

[swordhandled]

[ 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.

[maskarang]

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.

[swordhandled]

I won't be too long.

[ giving him a loving look ]

[maskarang]

... Until we meet again.

[ If he returns the loving look it's impossible to tell. He's wearing a mask. He says nothing more and just turns on his heel, heading off toward the hallways. ]