
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 with bated breath, for the outcome of the tie.
A few moments later Tarvek and Nisha follow him out, leashed to him by a rope binding their hands and a blindfold around their eyes. In the Sheriff's other hand are two pistols. He'll lead them to the center of the town and place a pistol in each of their hands before pulling out a knife and cutting the ropes binding them. He pulls off the blindfold afterwards.
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! Nisha Kadam and Tarvek Sturmvoraus have elected to duel to the death. Come and witness."
And then, as indifferent as ever, he pops a piece of tobacco. |
EXECUTION
I don't have anything to provide you. Walk ten paces, turn, shoot. You know how this goes.
[ And that's it, have at it. ]
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EXECUTION x2
He also has something else in his hand, a can of gasoline. He uncaps it and begins to pour it over Lissa's body with little fanfare, still smoking at his pipe as he goes. When the can is empty, he tosses it to the side and pulls out a pack of matches. He lights one, tosses it onto her. Lights another, tosses it too. Lights a few more to get the fire really blazing.
Then he lights his pipe up again.
He stares blankly at the burning girl, too gagged to scream properly before looking at the rest of the crowd. ]
What did I say?
[ And then he will leave her to burn on the ground, already far too gone to save. Letting her be would probably be the better option, with how high the flames are and how intense the blaze. The Sheriff turns then and walks back in the station, slamming the door behind him. He's a bit busy today, actually.
Lissa is dead. ]
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JAIL CELL... AGAIN
If anyone wants to talk. ]
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