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 waiting for the execution.
A few moments later Ezio Auditore follows him out, leashed to him by a rope binding his hands but no blindfold around his eyes. He leads him to the middle of town and waits, hand holding the end of the rope. As Ezio requested, there is no hanging today.
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! Hannibal Lecter has been chosen as executioner. Come on down and watch."
And then, as indifferent as ever, he pops a piece of tobacco. |
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robowest2017-02-12 01:52 pm
EXECUTION
I'm obligated to provide anything you need to assist you today. If you don't got anything you want, have at it. Ezio also requested his last rites to be in Italian.
[ That's it, it seems. The rest is up to Hannibal. ]
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Of course. I can't say that I'm happy to do it, but I'll honor his wishes with no complaints.
[ There's no hesitation at all with what he requests, though, since he had already thought this one through. ]
Ketamine and a sharp knife, please.
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No ketamine.
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Is his pain really that valuable?
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How else would he participate?
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[Ezio reassures him. All of his requests have been followed so far, after all.]
I understood what I was getting myself into when I confessed. I expected worse, actually.
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Dying would be participation, I would think.
[ But he won't argue the point, especially when Ezio is fairly at ease with the prospect. Hannibal takes off his suit jacket and sets it aside, but nods to Ezio as he approaches. ]
I will make it as quick as possible, at least. [ He moves behind Ezio instead of in front of him, since that position will make it a bit easier for Hannibal to do what he has in mind. He places a hand on Ezio's shoulder, perhaps for comfort, or maybe just to hold him in place. ]
When you are ready, Ezio.
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There are letters on my person. For my family. I know- I know there's not much point in it, but I needed to write something down. And I'd prefer if the letters were kept safe, and not... burned or thrown into a pit of acid or whatever new surprise he has planned for my corpse. That's all.
[He takes a deep breath.]
I'm ready.
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Of course. I cannot promise that we'll be able to deliver them. But I'll make sure they aren't destroyed.
[ With the knife poised over Ezio's neck, Hannibal then starts to speak in Italian in a low, quiet voice. It's meant for Ezio, not for any of the people watching, and he gives it both sincerely and in a dialect that's probably familiar for Ezio. Despite the great difference in time between them, Hannibal happens to have a great interest in Florentine art and culture around Ezio's time period, and so he speaks that very old Italian. Though once he's given those rites, he does add just a touch more. ]
Requiescat in pace.
[ Though as soon as he speaks the Latin to end the prayer, Hannibal sinks his knife into Ezio's neck. His grip on Ezio's shoulder tightens, holding him in place as he drags the knife back until it severs the carotid artery with an unsurprisingly surgical precision. Hannibal's expression stays distant even as the blood starts to get on him, but once Ezio starts to lose strength from quickly bleeding out, he'll at least move to lay him down on the ground instead of holding him up. ]
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I'm sorry, Father...
[Desynchronized. Ezio Auditore is dead.
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