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 two wooden gibbets easily in his arms that things seem to perk up. He drops them into the dirt, shoves them both in with a grunt and then heads back into the station.
A few moments later both Claire Stanfield and Sara Valestein 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 buckets. He brings them to the stick and drops the bucket upside down on the ground, helping them to stand up on it and pulling the noose around their neck a moment after. He uses the excess of rope around their hands to bind them 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! Zacharias Barnham and Milla Maxwell have been chosen as our executioners. Come on down and watch."
And then, as indifferent as ever, he pops a piece of tobacco.
[despite how threatening his words seem to be, Milla's response is just. . . a smile. it isn't coy, or soft, but confident and determined]
No.
The outcome would have been the same as it is now.
[he steps forward, and she does likewise to meet him, one hand sliding across his shoulder to the back of his neck. simultaneously she leans in, almost as though she's going in for a hug]
And as for a name-- I was thinking Felix.
[Milla doesn't know much about the human body. she doesn't know much about how illness and drugs affect it, nor does she really understand some of its functions. but she knows, from experience, how to reach and damage the heart underneath the ribs to cause a quick and painless death]
[the knife flashes in her hands as it slips through Felix's ribs, severing the veins and arteries necessary for life. when he slumps forward, she is there to catch him and gently ease him to the ground]
. . . may Origin take care of your soul for the next life, Felix.
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No.
The outcome would have been the same as it is now.
[he steps forward, and she does likewise to meet him, one hand sliding across his shoulder to the back of his neck. simultaneously she leans in, almost as though she's going in for a hug]
And as for a name-- I was thinking Felix.
[Milla doesn't know much about the human body. she doesn't know much about how illness and drugs affect it, nor does she really understand some of its functions. but she knows, from experience, how to reach and damage the heart underneath the ribs to cause a quick and painless death]
[the knife flashes in her hands as it slips through Felix's ribs, severing the veins and arteries necessary for life. when he slumps forward, she is there to catch him and gently ease him to the ground]
. . . may Origin take care of your soul for the next life, Felix.
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Rail Tracer is dead.
He'll wait for Milla on the other side to see if she's right about the other thing. ]