END OF PROLOGUE ; EXECUTION

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The Story Continues... END OF PROLOGUE - WEEK 037 Narrators Remain ; It's execution day, naughty murder children. Breakfast is served in the dining hall, all the better to fortify you for what is to come. Wherever you might wander in the castle, you will find yourself drawn to the foyer when the clock strikes not twelve, but ten. In the distance, there is the sound of clanking armor. Sharpay Evans appears, flanked on either side by suits of armor, escorting her to her punishment. She holds her head high, poised and controlled, acutely aware of all the eyes on her. A moment later, the Dragon appears on the foyer's staircase. Her hand trails down the banister as she walks, and she takes her place at the head of the group, standing in front of what appears to be a wall. "Come," she says. "The execution awaits." You blink, and then it's there — a door leading to the outside. The Dragon steps through it. You have no choice but to follow. Welcome to your first execution post! Please see here for the results of yesterday's voting. We whole-heartedly encourage also taking the time to leave notes for the mods in the feedback plurk. In addition, make sure you fill out your CR Chart for the Prologue! If you have any questions, please ask on our Discord server or ping us on plurk. Please direct pings for the NPC to Dana (Discord DMs preferred, then decals), as she will be taking point for today's NPC, and the moderator team will be on deck for all other questions. full navigation. locations taken (statuses) stories (profiles) info & faq wishing well private conversations

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[disilluded]

[This is terrible. But. You know. The terrible aspects of this will likely only come to light later, so for now? He's alive!]

... Indeed. I am still alive, so there is no need to weep over me.

[Over Sharpay, sure. Over him? Nah.]

Calm yourself.

[randori]

[ Sharpay murdered in cold blood and Sousei did nothing wrong? That Natsuo knows of, anyways. There's nothing he can do about crying, but surprisingly (astoundingly, even) if there is one thing he learned from the trial yesterday, it's how to calm down.

A series of breaths, ten seconds apart, and a minute later he can calm himself. ]

I am never letting you go.

[ Good luck walking, Sousei. He's got an iron grip. ]

[disilluded]

... What.

[WHAT.

NO

HE DOESN'T WANT THIS.]

Absolutely not. Let go. I am no longer in any danger, so this is ridiculous.

[randori]

[ No.

Is what Natsuo wants to say, anyways, but the direct order gets to him and he reluctantly loosens one arm. and redoubles his grip on the other leg. Sousei can have one of them back, and will have to drag Natsuo along on the ground if he wants to get anywhere. ]

[disilluded]

[... Someone please come claim this small child because Sousei doesn't want him.]

... Fine.

For now, you may remain like this. But when I tell you to let go, you must do so.

[randori]

[ Nobody wants him ]

...At least half an hour, or no deal.

[disilluded]

[That's sad.]

You get fifteen minutes, as that is how long I am willing to stand here and speak with others.

[randori]

[ That's reality ]

Deal. I'll be quiet! You won't even know I'm here!

[ He will even go ahead and curl himself up to a ball for compactness. ]

[disilluded]

[And so Sousei casually has a tiny Natsuo ball attached to his ankle while he's having the rest of these threads... nice]

[randori]

[ yes, good. thank you for not kicking him away ]