[ WEEK THREE – EXECUTION ]

[sheriffexe]

EXECUTION

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.

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EXECUTION

[sheriffexe]

[ He looks between the two of them for a second. ]

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. ]

[sidearmofthelaw]

[ Nisha gets a feel for the pistol in her hand before she even takes off the blindfold. She's smiling a little. ]

Ten paces, huh? I could hit a man with this at several times that distance. As you all so helpfully noted.

[ With that last jab at the general crowd, she gives a last look at Tarvek before turning away, ready to pace. ]

Whenever you're ready.

[dubiousalignment]

[Tarvek is very calm. He methodically takes out the gun provided at the beginning of their stay in the town, having never left it behind. He never thought this was how he'd use it, though]

I'm ready.

[He doesn't have his pocketwatch anymore to look behind him, but he is listening carefully while he's walking his ten paces, gripping the gun with determination. He's going to try his hardest to win, that's for sure.

As soon as he walks the tenth step he turns around, crouching slightly and ready to move at the first sign of danger, which should come rather quickly, he's aware of that]

[sidearmofthelaw]

[ Nisha walks her paces evenly, whirls and lifts her pistol to aim with unerring accuracy at Tarvek's head, squeezing the trigger and firing off a shot immediately. ]

EXECUTION x2

[sheriffexe]

[ After the quick q&a there, the Sheriff heads back into the station again, pipe firmly held in his mouth. When he comes back out, it's with a certain participant in tow. She is black-bagged, bound, gagged and tied at the wrists and ankles. The Sheriff isn't particularly nice with her as he drags her across the dirt before tossing her to the ground in front of the crowd.

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. ]

[flippity]

[ she just starts screaming hysterically and runs towards the fire ]

[bittybat]

[what is he looking at with his own two fucking eyes]

Papika! [Oh well, it's fine, Damian is running, too.] Don't touch it! [Because, why not, he's stripping his shirt off so he can use it as a dampener for the flames. As if HA HA it'll really do much anyway...]

Get dirt!

[impulsiveness]

[Yeah, no. Nope. Nah, man. Jason is making an executive decision, and that's to pull Damian away from the extra crispy girl on the ground. DON'T SET YOURSELF ON FIRE, CHILD.]

She's already dead, stop!

[hydrokinetics]

Papika! [He had. Started to do the same but he's quick to grab her, hissing as his knuckles split open again through their bandages but he's grabbing her and pulling her back.]

[flippity]

[ SHE POINTS OVER AT DAMIAN ]

He said get dirt! Percy, we need dirt!

[ she's almost shrieking now and is. struggling. ]

[glaring]

[ ROOMIE NO.......

Well, she's just standing, frozen. more than anything else, she just looks angry, and she's clenching her fists. ]

[thatsthespirit]

[considering last week, Milla knows exactly what's coming when the Sheriff drags another bound and gagged person out into public. she had expected another quick, clean death, so when the Sheriff starts lighting matches. . .]

[well]

[she jerks forward much like Papika, Percy and Damien do, before she realizes that the flames are too big, too hot, too ferocious for her to get near. she briefly entertains the thought of grabbing one of the two tinies to keep them from burning themselves, but Percy and Jason have it covered, so she takes a step back instead]

[she watches the flames dance and flicker for a moment, jaw set and knuckles white with how hard she's clenching her hands.]

[and then she turns sharply on her heel and walks away]

[guiltlevel]

[ Hey, more fire. All Russell can do is watch though, not too bothered by the sight of it. He does glance at the other people trying to scramble to save Lissa... But... ]

She's already dead... [ Is all he could really say. Well, it's obvious that it's going to take awhile for her to burn until she's actually dead, but what he's hinting at is there's no way to save her. Why are they even trying??? ]

[insincerely]

[Damn it.

Damn it, damn it, damn it.

Shinnosuke knows when something will be a failed endeavour, so he stays rooted to the spot, even as his instincts scream. Let others be fools who try to rush into the fire—he knows he shouldn't risk his neck for someone who's already doomed.

It's still not easy to watch, though, even as he does so with narrowed eyes. Really, what a shitty game this all is.]

[ceded]

[ Xion doesn't even react, not even when Papika starts screaming. She just watches with slightly wide eyes set in a very pale faec as a girl burns to death before them, both hands pressed tightly over her mouth.

When she finally lowers her hands and turns to move, it's away. The look on her face is something awful, something she wasn't capable of three weeks ago. ]

[moraled]

[This is far from the first young woman he's seen burned--though he wishes, more than anything, that it be the last. It's cruel, and inhumane. He knows this.

He knows very well that this sort of thing is lower than human.

(And he's done the same before, back home, when he was burning witches. Ignorance is hardly any sort of excuse.)

His fists clench as he watches the flames, eyes narrowed and teeth clenched, before he painfully looks away.

Dammit.]

JAIL CELL... AGAIN

[sidearmofthelaw]

[ Well that was all very exciting. Nisha is still alive for now? She's sitting in her jail cell again, examining at the bullet holes in her hat and looking like she's waiting for the other shoe to drop.

If anyone wants to talk. ]

[uraniumnumnum]

[ surprise, it's this douchebag... again!! he doesn't care much about people being set on fire - but he does care about getting some more information about one of their newly-revealed roles. ]

So... "coal miner," hm? He said you take care of people that aren't doing enough.

[sidearmofthelaw]

[ Nisha doesn't seem to mind either way. ]

That's about the size of it, yeah. He picks the targets, we take care of them.

[alcobrawlic]

[ Whiskey bottle for Nisha? Whiskey bottle for Nisha.

What a day already. ]

So was it just you working alone to take down rulebreakers?

[sidearmofthelaw]

[ Whiskey!! At least some people in this town know what's important. It has been a whiskey for breakfast kind of day. ]

Just me alone?

[ She hums and considers. ]

Nope.

[court_chesster]

[ Coming to visit again, though no booze this time. ]

...Well, that explains a few things.

[sidearmofthelaw]

[ She grins at him. ]

Guess it does. It's nice to be able to be open about it, at least.

[thatsthespirit]

[returning!! before she goes off to drink week three away. tbh she has some newfound respect for this woman's game, even if she is much less innocent than Milla had originall thought]

I assume the injury we found during the trial was one you sustained in your encounter with Ocelot or Undertaker, right?

[sidearmofthelaw]

[ Nisha's eyes light up at that question. ]

With Ocelot, yeah. That was a fun duel. Haven't felt that good in a long time.