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THE SECOND PROSCRIPTION
(CW: Coffins, claustrophobia in general, skeleton bones)
Most interesting.
[Suddenly, a bright light from above lights up, same as last week, from the bone chandelier. Once more, the light only seems to shine on one individual, as the Elder Steward appears, looking pleased as punch.]
Excellent, excellent. You have condemned The Noodles to die by quite the majority, so certain you were of her guilt!
[There is a long, long pause. Finally, though, the Elder Steward does something unexpected. First, he throws his hood off to reveal--huh. A rather young-looking and handsome figure. Odd.]
But...
[A slow, fanged smile appears on his face, before he turns to Eric, raising a toast with a glass of something that might be red wine-or something else.]
You were wrong. Congratulations, Fast. You have exceeded my and Our Lady's expectations. You have damned an innocent woman to the cruel death you deserve for your crime, and your fellow shall be forced to watch. For this you shall be rewarded protection for that special person, as promised.
Now.
How does it feel to know what you've done, hm?
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[Looks like that's all she has to say]
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[He does not look away. His voice has failed, but he does not look away. When he does find his voice again, it is broken. Humbled. Horrified, really.]
If there is a way to put things to rights, I swear to you that I will find it.
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Silence! Don't meddle with me or anyone else anymore!
cw: literally translated misogynistic AF Spanish cursing
[With the jerky motion of a puppet badly handled, he turns just enough to face the Elder Steward.]
Kill me instead, you son of a thousand whores!
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Don’t worry... Princess. As his senior, I’ll take care of it.
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...
Though, of course, you are free from the...restrictions of everyone else...
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[His eyes narrow, and seem to... go dead, almost.]
Do we count as your Lady's property, sir?
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[And clean up your language, plz.]
I refer, of course, to the restrictions concerning what happens should someone murder you. You are no longer part of that system; you can no longer benefit from it, and should, for example, someone should decide that an unfortunate end should be warranted for you...they will not be punished for it.
[That smile he's wearing is terrifying and dark as he speaks.]
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[There is an unhinged rictus-grin on his face now.]
So. Then. To the matter of my reward.
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[And you all thought the Younger Steward was an asshole.]
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cw: self-harm
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That's what I wanted to know most of all.
Re: cw: literally translated misogynistic AF Spanish cursing
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I know not if you were bound by any oaths, Eric, but where I'm from, the gods look cruelly upon those who break them, twist them so that they hurt the very innocents they swore to protect...
The man I thought I loved fell in such a manner only after undeath claimed him. I suppose madness is a bit worse in terms of circumstances.
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What do you mean there was fire? Were you defending yourself from him?
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[Quincey isn't here. That is not John's father. It isn't. It's Thanatos. Has to be, he took him for Quincey before, and Quincey Morris is twenty years dead - ]
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Can you tell us what happened then?
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[He shakes his head, and stops with it bowed.]
I'm astonished there's more than one of you who wants to see me kept alive.
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[The words come out like a wind-up doll's music box. She rotates her head, also like a doll.]
I suppose you deserve to know this, Zelda. I certainly had some confidence in the case against you, but the reason I insisted like I did was because I ~believed~ in Eric and he was on the hook. I'm sorry.
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[But there's nothing to say, is there? Not when she's moving like clockwork.
Truly, he has damned himself this day.]