END OF CHAPTER 3 ; EXECUTION

[themodsgrimm]

The Story Continues... END OF CHAPTER 3 - WEEK 329 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. Yamatonokami Yasusada appears, flanked on either side by suits of armor, escorting him to his punishment. His expression is one that may be difficult for anyone who isn't a sword spirit to read, but he seems to have accepted his fate. A moment later, the Tiger appears on the foyer's staircase. Her hand trails down the banister as she sashays down it, and she takes her place at the head of the group, standing in front of what appears to be a wall. "Come along, darlings," she says. "The execution awaits." You blink, and then it's there — a door leading to the outside. The Tiger steps through it. You have no choice but to follow. Welcome to your third execution post! Please see here for the results of yesterday's voting. In addition, make sure you fill out your CR Chart for Chapter 3! If you have any questions, please ask on our Discord server or ping us on plurk. Please direct pings for the NPC to Danielle (Discord DMs preferred, then entrappings), 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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[alchemenace]

[ okay so. so there is a lot to react to, here. his eyes are stuck on rapunzel's swinging body, mouth open, in disbelief. he's riveted on it, really. his hands shake as he stands there, useless.

and then there's stephanie's scream and he turns to look and-- okay, admittedly, his first reaction is to go deathly pale himself at the blood. but then he mouths the word "ink" to himself, because if he thinks it's ink, it's fine. it's psychological.

and obviously it's not ink. he knows it isn't. but he-- she'll die too. she'll die too. she... she can't die too. ]

Someone, someone-- go get alcohol and bandages, I've--

[ they have to stop the bleeding. first. (it's ink.) so all of a sudden he's bolting to Rapunzel's body as it hangs there and he grabs the frying pan he knows she's always carrying around. he was there when she first took it. she's famous for it back home.

(what is corona going to say if she doesn't come back? oh god.)

he's running back with it in his bandaged hand and taking out the fire striker at the same time as a scroll and let's all pretend it makes a fire for long enough that he can heat up the pan in an amount of time that doesn't let steph bleed out because it takes like. uh. a few minutes for a leg amputation. WE ALSO COULD'VE DONE A TOURNIQUET :) FUN FACT? IT'S TOO LATE NOW I'M COMMITTED ]

It's going to, I'm sorry it's going to hurt it's going to hurt a lot--

[ he's babbling, and he has to wipe at his face with his shoulder because he can't see clearly? oh he's crying. that's fine. anyway.

let's put that heated pan on her leg to close the wound! science died today. this is extremely painful. sorry steph.

I'M NOT EDITING THIS A SECOND TIME!! ]

[fonlines]

[ Ion is still faintly lightheaded, dizzy with all the phantom sensations of dying so many different deaths, and so isn't entirely aware of everything happening around him-

but when Varian's voice comes from the general direction of Stephanie, who he knows voted for herself, the haze clears slightly. Alcohol, bandages... again. Right. He stumbles toward the pair of them, unsteadily at first but gaining as he moves- ]

Here. [ he says, forcing himself to focus. ] For once-

[ He pulls back his sleeves, untying a pair of knots keeping the long, thin bandages wrapped around his arms from unraveling as he does, and allows them to slip free from his robes and into his hands. ]

For once someone else manages to fetch any disinfectant.