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day two - execution.
SHIP-TRAP day two  36 players remaining A clock chimes 9 PM, and Ivan turns her attention to the wall where the familiar symbol has been watching them. The eye blinks, then opens wide. It gets larger and larger until it's the size of a tv screen. The features of the eye melt away, and up flashes a list of names and votes. The bricks shift underneath the eye, and she stands to go collect a box that's partially pushed out in their place. She walks back to the head of the table and sets the box down before she opens it. She pulls out a pistol, a knife, and a hammer, which she sets on the table first, and then two pieces of paper. One piece of paper is labelled Hunted and the other is labelled Hunter in a neat, elegant script. She opens "Hunted" first and reads in a clear voice: "You have chosen Sephiroth," she pauses, then continues, "They are Innocent." The paper labelled "Hunter" is taken next, which she reads in the same way. "Royce Melborn has been chosen as the Hunter." She lowers the paper and stares at the person whose name she had just read. "Choose your weapon and kill them." character statuses private conversations graveyard This is a general post-vote mingle covering the execution. Night posts will go up tomorrow morning. |
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So she looks at him with red-rimmed eyes, but keeps her chin up.]
... Y-you were... [Her voice wavers; she clears her throat.] ...I would have allowed you to escort me again.
[That's her trying to be nice... but honestly, she doesn't know how to give words to all of these feelings caught in her throat.]
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But, he also doesn't want her to see this, and he won't admit it himself, but seeing her vote up there with his name? ]
...How could you?
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[That's really what it comes down to. She'd liked Sephiroth best, but the others had seemed more innocent.
Shows what she knows though. She ignores the tears on her cheek.]
It... it was the choice I m-made, and so... I must stand by it... [And she won't ask for forgiveness for it.]
But I... I do not understand... why it had to come to this.
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He hesitates, but: ]
If you do not understand, why must you bother speaking with me?
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[It's the least she owes him, honestly. But... While she's talking to him, she'll lift her chin and meet his eyes with red-rimmed, tear-filled ones of her own.]
... But even... e-even despite all of this, I am glad you are...the sort of man I had thought you were.
[An innocent one.]
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He considers saying more on the game, any thoughts on anything besides a topic like this, but for the first time he realizes he doesn't know if he trus--
Why does he even care, he's dead. ]
Meaningless words now. It seemed that I may as been as much worth as one who is guilty, for the good that it did. Although, I have to wonder, is this your attempt at making it easier for me to face my death?
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No...! No, t-that... that can't be true... B-because you were not guilty... you did not kill anyone.
[She rubs at an eye fiercely, and focuses on him again.]
I-- I do not know. I am not very good at...at speaking with people, o-or at understanding...what needs to be said. But... I believe it matters that you are not a villain.
[It makes their guilt heavier, for killing an innocent man.
But she would rather have more guilt on her shoulders than have Sephiroth turn out to be a killer after he was kind to her.]
That is...how I feel.
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He doesn't get along with many people, and certainly carefully chooses who he associates with. He had wanted to speak with her more, for certain, but hadn't been able to. His true, last chance for that was this... her saying how she felt.
He considers her words some more as there is the thought that this is not how he wanted it to end. ]
It is kind of you to feel that way then, and as you are now, I have chosen to believe at least these words are honest.
... I have a request to make of you, however.
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She nods, slowly wiping at her eyes, before she meets his again.]
...Thank you.
[A slow breath.]
As to that... yes, of course. [It's the least she can do, and it really doesn't matter what the request is--she'll do it.] What is it?
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[ But it is not just 'who he was' that he wanted Clarine to remember. ]
I am General Sephiroth, First-Class SOLDIER of the Shinra Military, with a myriad of successes and of course one fatal failure. The world I came from was called Gaia, and a city there, Midgard. Of course, not everything was perfect, but it's a place I will miss.
I can safely say that this world is easily not my own, and that I've failed to return properly to my home after those earlier turn of events. My attempt at leadership was inadequate, but perhaps this will serve as a lesson. A lesson more for the others, than for myself.
[ And now he can be fine with dying. Of course he planned to throw in a little action, but at this point, he was finally more than okay with it. ]
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[That much, she can assure him; it is seared into her memory, and she is glad for it. It is guilt she must carry for the rest of her life--however long that may be, here. Days, perhaps. Even hours, if she is particularly unlucky. She knows that much.
It doesn't matter though. She'll press this all into her memory for as long as she draws breath, and her gaze is steady when she looks at him, even if it also hurts.]
General Sephiroth... your city and your world were served well by a soldier of your caliber. [She's hardly in a proper position to say such things, but she has heard her brother praise generals of his own in a manner much like this. The words are right there, and she knows they are right to say.
And then she ruins her poise with a shuddering breath, before she nods weakly.]
... I will remember...all of it. I swear it.