
It's... quiet. The morning is quiet and dull and even the animals lingering on the fringes of town seem a bit at a loss for what to do. The town as a whole seems to be waiting and it isn't until the Sheriff leaves the station carrying a wooden gibbet easily in his arms that things seem to perk up. He drops it into the dirt, shoves it in with a grunt and then heads back into the station.
A few moments later Higekiri follows him out, leashed to him by a rope binding his hands and a blindfold around his eyes. In the Sheriff's other hand is a bucket. He brings them to the stick and drops the bucket upside down on the ground, helping him to stand up on it and pulling the noose around his neck a moment after. He uses the excess of rope around his hands to bind him to the stick.
He turns back to the town after, glancing at the few stray animals that have set up on the porches to watch. A crow nearby caws out from on top of the Saloon sign. The Sheriff looks to the hotel and a moment later, the bells on top of the church begin to ring. He calls out, louder than naturally possible,
"Execution time, folks! Sara Valestein has been chosen as executioner. Come on down and watch."
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EXECUTION
I'm obligated to provide anything you need to assist you today. If you don't got anything you want, have at it.
[ That's it, it seems. The rest is up to Sara. ]
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You already did, technically.
[ But with that being said, she's going to walk over to the Sword-on-a-Bucket and reach up to tug his blindfold down. Hi, Higekiri. ]
Is there anything you still need to say?
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EXECUTION x2
A moment later, he drags out a chair where another participant is bound up with much more restraint -- hands, legs, and torso tied to the chair with rope -- and a black bag is thrown over their head, tied tight around the neck. It's a pretty gruesome way of keeping someone contained, really.
The Sheriff drags it out to the middle of the ground, lets the chair lie flat and it's pretty clear then that the person is unconscious.
The Sheriff doesn't hesitate as he pulls a pistol out of his holster, presses the barrel to the back of the participant's head and fires, blasting their head to pieces inside the bag. Blood sluggishly stains the fabric and the Sheriff continues to look indifferent.
He points the barrel then at the crowd and just says one thing -- ]
Vote.
[ And then he holsters his pistol again before walking back into the station, slamming the door shut behind him.
Sakyou Sagihara is dead. ]
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Damian is absolutely, 100% going to try to judo-Batman-chop the shit out of the Sheriff, but he's just a tad too slow and gets a door to the face. So he just beats on that instead for a moment with his fists.]
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There's no compulsion in her to go after the Sheriff. She just stares at the body in the chair with a look of abject horror before finally forcing herself to turn away, ducking her head so she can tug hard on her hair and trying hard to swallow the faint, high-pitched whine that is the clear indicator she wants to burst into tears again, but won't. ]
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This weighs so heavily on her heart.]
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You made your point.
[ He hopes something like this won't happen again at least. Execution for murder is one thing, but this? EHHHH. ]
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Riku doesn't look away as the sheriff shoots, unflinching. After the shot, his eyes close behind his blindfold, taking only a moment to regret the two lives lost today.
This is an unforgiving game.]
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— Which makes what happens next rather jarring, even if it was probably liable to happen sooner or later. What the fuck, Sheriff??
After tensing when the Sheriff pointed his gun at the crowd (because yeah, for a second, Shinnosuke assumed the worst), he stares, trying to grasp what happened. Then:]
... All right then. The lesson learned from all this is that not doing your duty as a proactive citizen and voting makes you a worse person than being an accomplice to murder. Sure, that works.
[But... now they know...]
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...Unsurprising, considering the purpose behind this game, but alarming nonetheless.
[THAT WAS P FUCKED UP]
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and then she turns around just in time to see the sheriff do his audition for a quentin tarantino movie and what the fuck???? she's just staring in shock now help ]
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[she'll feel a firm hand on her shoulder as Milla tries to turn her away from the scene]
Don't look.
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[well. . . they had been concerned about the potential consequences for not voting. and now they know exactly what those consequences are]
What a brutal way of making a point.
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Quietly:]
A point. Couldn't he prove it some other way? He didn't have to—
[God. He can't even finish that sentence.]
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Engage at any time. ]
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[she fills both mugs to the brim without a word, and offers Sara one of them]
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This is the opposite of fine, holy shit.]
Is this what he meant by painful? [What the fuuuuck.] He really isn't playing around.
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I wonder... If people are going to actually take this game seriously now...
[ Like usual, Russell sounds curious, rather than concerned -- mostly because this is just something he's been wondering ever since week one. Overall, he's still really unfazed by all these happenings. Such is life??? ]
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Dude, why are you like this? The hell is wrong with you?
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[For a game, even one of bloodsport, this is all given to a great deal of ceremony and seriousness. Something about it simply doesn't sit well with Lust, a sick sort of unease she can't quite pin down.]
How tasteless. Shock and gore are the tools of the in-eloquent and ignorant.
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Not that it doesn't piss him off, but... Well, his default expression is pissed anyway. He stands there, still staring ahead for the moment. Eventually, he crosses his arms and shakes his head.]
I was afraid this'd happen sooner or later.
[He should've figured it'd be sooner.]
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I think this must be what they mean, when they say the world has been turned upside-down.
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The second, however, seems to surprise her. She doesn't seem upset by it, though, so much as vaguely annoyed. ]
One way to make it a public warning, I guess. Not exactly my style, but it works.
[ Judging from everyone else's reactions, they do appear to be sufficiently warned. ]
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[DD is next to him, as usual. The wolf is... sitting on a bar stool. He has good balance.]
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Hm! I feel like I should say something.
[ There we go. ]
Did you know any of the fellas?
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