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.
[ she nod and then just bolts. it turns out... she is actually very fast! but she runs inside the general store for some reason?? which become apparent when she exits again with two buckets that she immediately starts to scoop up as much dirt as they'll carry before running over to percy. ]
[Nyoom. But with that he's taking both buckets and it's apparently even with messed-up hands he's capable of moving to juggle them both. He gets as close to the flames as possible, gagging on the smell of burning flesh and spitting into the dirt before he starts throwing dirt on the flames themselves. It's a process, jumping back from the heat and trying not to get burned, but eventually both buckets are used as the flames die down completely.
And with that, he stands and just sort of stares at another burned-up body. Thanks, Whole Ass.]
[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.
[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?
[This poor kid??? But when she returns to his side he looks down, immediately pulling her in closer in a one-armed hug to also protect her nose because gods, thanks guys.]
I do, too. The whole system's messed up. [He lets her stay there for a few moments to calm down even if he himself isn't calm.] ...we can't stay here, Papika. It's over for now.
[ someone is going to have to grab lissa's body and bury it, even if the sheriff is just going to take it again anyway. she deserves that though. that someone... should probably not be either of them though.
so she nods stiffly, finally looking away from what's left of lissa. ]
I did ask that, actually. It's people who aren't participating. So, specifically, being out about town, helping out. At trials, especially. He said a week or so of no activity is enough to keep an eye on someone, two weeks and he'll probably send us in.
...Sheriff didn't exactly give a protocol for what happens after he's outed me to everyone. I don't mind being a little more forthcoming than him. Withholding information is what got us in this situation.
[ he suspected that groups of people were working together on the kills... although Nisha and her mysterious ally weren't the ones committing the murders everyone was most concerned with. As it turns out, Ash isn't very concerned with any of them. ]
And has he told you anything else? Given you additional tools or information that the rest of us are lacking? If you're slated for death tomorrow, you should pass it on to someone that can make use of it.
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