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[OPEN TO KENOMA] EXECUTION OF THE INNOCENT
WHO: The Regent and Interested Kenoma
WHAT: As promised, the Regent is carrying out the Innocence Entity's invite-only execution.
WHERE: The Regent's Throne Room.
WHEN: Firaseri 22nd, after dissipated Kenoma have emerged.
WARNINGS: Disturbing imagery, gore, limb loss, general unpleasantness.
It's the evening of the 22nd when the call goes out: it is time for the execution. This is purely an event for the willing and or eager, and besides being informed of it, no Kenoma will be pressured into attending. Those that are interested, however, will be led to the Regent's throne room for what promises to be a very special occasion.
Upon entry, the set up of the throne room will seem quite familiar to those that have been there before. A cavernous room filled with nothing but the throne itself, its emptiness seems an intentional call to the void. Several stairs lead to the dais where the throne sits, currently occupied by a the Regent. As usual, any details about the Regent are obscured behind flowing robes and a faceted mask. Presently, they are swirling around a glass of what is presumably wine, but drinking absolutely none of it. Any Kenoma that seem interested will be offered a drink by one of the Citadel servants on duty.
It's not just the Regent present, however. Off to the right side of the room, an arrangement of familiar void-dark spears have been fused into the wall and floor, with their prisoner still held at their center, pierced from all sides. Estinien Wyrmblood appears as little more than a shadow of his former self at this stage, every ounce of color stripped from him, in sharp contrast to the black ichor that bubbles and drips from a cruel assortment of wounds. One eye is swollen with infection, oozing void, while the other is completely blank with whiteness. Each limb has been shorn down to a stub, as if burned by a dark fire from the outside in; all except a set of ragged, broken wings strung up being him. His torso, pierced as it is, seems to be barely holding onto form.
If he reacts to the arrival of 'guests', it isn't apparent. Instead, he seems practically comatose, all except for that open eye and the shallow movements of his breath. His shard is exposed, resting beneath his collar bones, an eye-like shape that has become similarly colorless. The usual sheen of color that all shards hold has faded away, now showing nothing but the gray of the stone beneath it. Those with True Sight will see that he has fallen to the first tier of Pleroma, and even that he is only tenuously hanging on to.
At their throne, the Regent lifts their glass.
"Welcome, kindred."
WHAT: As promised, the Regent is carrying out the Innocence Entity's invite-only execution.
WHERE: The Regent's Throne Room.
WHEN: Firaseri 22nd, after dissipated Kenoma have emerged.
WARNINGS: Disturbing imagery, gore, limb loss, general unpleasantness.
It's the evening of the 22nd when the call goes out: it is time for the execution. This is purely an event for the willing and or eager, and besides being informed of it, no Kenoma will be pressured into attending. Those that are interested, however, will be led to the Regent's throne room for what promises to be a very special occasion.
Upon entry, the set up of the throne room will seem quite familiar to those that have been there before. A cavernous room filled with nothing but the throne itself, its emptiness seems an intentional call to the void. Several stairs lead to the dais where the throne sits, currently occupied by a the Regent. As usual, any details about the Regent are obscured behind flowing robes and a faceted mask. Presently, they are swirling around a glass of what is presumably wine, but drinking absolutely none of it. Any Kenoma that seem interested will be offered a drink by one of the Citadel servants on duty.
It's not just the Regent present, however. Off to the right side of the room, an arrangement of familiar void-dark spears have been fused into the wall and floor, with their prisoner still held at their center, pierced from all sides. Estinien Wyrmblood appears as little more than a shadow of his former self at this stage, every ounce of color stripped from him, in sharp contrast to the black ichor that bubbles and drips from a cruel assortment of wounds. One eye is swollen with infection, oozing void, while the other is completely blank with whiteness. Each limb has been shorn down to a stub, as if burned by a dark fire from the outside in; all except a set of ragged, broken wings strung up being him. His torso, pierced as it is, seems to be barely holding onto form.
If he reacts to the arrival of 'guests', it isn't apparent. Instead, he seems practically comatose, all except for that open eye and the shallow movements of his breath. His shard is exposed, resting beneath his collar bones, an eye-like shape that has become similarly colorless. The usual sheen of color that all shards hold has faded away, now showing nothing but the gray of the stone beneath it. Those with True Sight will see that he has fallen to the first tier of Pleroma, and even that he is only tenuously hanging on to.
At their throne, the Regent lifts their glass.
"Welcome, kindred."
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But.
Suppose now's not a good time for it, in the public and on the cusp of the Regent giving them all the first public address in some time. Ciel has opted for a set of dark robes with a more official flair, though they don't look very different from the ones she usually wears around the Citadel. It's watching Amos' eyes light up at the spears that confirms it, something anyone still aware and conscious at the time of the Sanctifier's fall would have already noticed. So, that means...]
Amos.
[She saunters over his way, giving him a small nod of greeting once their eyes meet.]
Good evening. How are you feeling?
[If it's anywhere close to how he's looking... More than good, apparently?]
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Hey, Ciel. I'm good.
[ It might be an understatement at this point — between reviving feeling more refreshed than ever, the accomplishment of having a soon-to-die enemy at the Regent's mercy in this room, and the knowledge that he'd played a bigger role in things than he'd known until he'd laid eyes on Estinien's form, he's feeling pretty fantastic. In this moment, at least — when he doesn't have to face the circumstances he'd thrust upon his murderers head on — it's difficult to imagine things being any better than they already are.
What he'd been looking at before she'd approached him, though. The fact that there are six spears, and the fact that Ciel is one of his peers whom he holds in particularly high regard. It catches his attention, though he knows better than to say anything.
Instead, he tilts his head back in the direction of Estinien's body, unbothered by its gruesome state. It's just a case of talk shit, get hit, and Estinien and the Innocence had gotten hit. What's holding them up is way more interesting. ]
Looks like we got them. [ We being thrown out very casually. A beat. ] How're things on your end?
[ It has been a little bit since they've seen each other. His fault, mostly, what with the dying and all. ]
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The spears (and their victim) are afforded one more passing glance and no more, then she returns her full attention back to her companion.]
It was a team effort in every way, yes. [All the teamwork exercises and training paid off, or at least, as far as they were applicable.] I'm well, I was lucky to avoid notable injury. ["Lucky". Not that it's saying much with her freak level regen either, but she really didn't get hurt much at all during the conflict. She's arguably among the most unscathed, really, and it's all the more reason to put others through stricter scrutiny.]
Did you wake up recently?
[The choice of wording is deliberate, as if Amos only stepped away for a long, long nap. Did he, though? Today, say? Maybe a mere few hours ago, too?]