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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[fragileprophet]

[Hi Cardia the two of you have barely talked but Ion can't just leave anyone alone who looks like they're about to collapse from fear and stress. So he grabs one of her hands, squeezing it gently between his own.]

Take a deep breath.

[discardia]

[ Ion is a good bean.

And Cardia will acknowledge this at some point, but she barely hears him, only kind of registers that he's squeezing her hand-- which is really what prompts her to take a startled breath. ]

I--

[ wow when did he get there ]

[fragileprophet]

[Maybe he was always here all along, the little ion bean. He takes a deep breath, too. It's partially for his own benefit, but maybe it'll kickstart her system into mimicking the action.]

Just listen to the sound of my voice--don't force yourself to focus on too much at once.

[discardia]

[ That does seem to do the trick. She feels lightheaded now, vision still very much blurry, but her breathing automatically shifts to accompany his and the hand he's clasping slowly stops shaking. ]

[fragileprophet]

Good..you're doing great.

[He wishes he had more he could say. He wishes he could tell her everything is going to be fine. Even he isn't so optimistic. So he just holds onto her hand.]

I'll be right here as long as you need.

[discardia]

I'm--

[ what is she even doing? ]

I'm... sorry...

[fragileprophet]

No, it's alright.

[He looks at her, his expression pained, but gives her a smile nonetheless.]

It hurts...I know.

[discardia]

No one... no one deserved this.

And yet...

[ He's right. It absolutely hurts. ]