THE FIRST EXECUTION

[disregartist]

THE FIRST EXECUTION


[Given what has happened, there's hardly any deliberation, or suspense, once the clock chimes again.

One by one, the profiles on the suspect list disappear, until only one is left.]


A unanimous vote, no less.

[The Conductor stands, slipping the pardon from her vest. Without a second's hesitation, she rips it up as she crosses the garden to the center of the podiums. The paper falls to the floor in tatters.]

I shall give you a few moments to say your goodbyes to the Rose; I would suggest not interfering with the execution. In fact, I very strongly suggest against it. Getting caught in the magnetosphere we will be creating will...not end well for anyone who tries, I promise.

Oh, and-you might want to consider putting your sunglasses on. Soon. Very soon.

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LAST WORDS

[disregartist]

[If you have anything to say to Beatrice, well...now's the time to do it.]

Well...I must say I am sad to see you go.

[charmingheroine]

You - I didn't - how does doing what they wanted change anything?

[awitchdidit]

So, here's the thing about being an evil overlord. Take it from me if you won't take it from Dracula.

When you fight the heroes, you have to make sure you win no matter what happens. In this case, if I'd pulled it off, the person I love more than anything else in the universe goes free.

If I lose, I teach you greenhorns how to fight against a witch.

[dragonmouth]

[She's going to put her sunglasses on as she says this.]

And is this what fighting looks like? Being cornered like a beast?

[awitchdidit]

Fighting a witch means not letting her illusions get to you. Staying determined to find out the truth.

Not faltering when it comes time to burn her.

[dragonmouth]

If that's how you put it.

[She honestly was just left kinda disappointed, Beato.]

[awitchdidit]

[Yeah she was way too used to her home field advantage. The narrative voice, at least, will cop to that.]

[charmingheroine]

But it isn't... none of this was fair from the start, so instead you....

[She's trembling. This is a time when she should be strong and she's trembling and falling apart.]

We'll make it out of here. Your lives are worth more than that, but....

[awitchdidit]

It has been a pleasure. You're great Furniture, Condy, I'll give you that. Maybe if the Empress stops paying so well you'll consider a contract with me in the future?

[disregartist]

[A chuckle at this.]

Payment is hardly the issue when it comes to the understanding between myself and the Empress. But-if you should find a way to come back and the Empress should have something happen to for.

Perhaps!

[telecosmetic]

I wish we could have talked more...you seem to have a lot of interesting stories.

[And if Beato allows it, Eliza will approach for a hug?]

1/2

[awitchdidit]

Ahaha...maybe one of my manuscripts will turn up. Who knows.

2/2

[awitchdidit]

[Er.]

Er.

Listen, I'm trying to be affable about all this, but I'm not really a hugger. Was an incorporeal existence most of the time before I got here, you know how it is.

[telecosmetic]

Oh...okay.I understand.

[She'll drop her arms.]

[katzenpfote]

... Is there anything else you'd like me to do on your behalf, Beatrice?

[awitchdidit]

You know, I did kill someone.

But since you're asking, make sure to learn as much as you can about this place. Maybe blow up the sun.

[katzenpfote]

You're not the only one, you know.

[... Beatrice, really? That gets a snort from him.]

Of course. I don't intend to let this place go undiscovered.

[whitemoontiger]

...I'm sorry you felt that killing someone was a necessary option here.

[ Straight to the point. He has to refrain from saying anything else after that.

He will be moving to put on the sunglasses all the same, though. ]