WEEK 3

[akudamods]

On Saturday, it is relentlessly sunny. Sunday too. Monday will be the same but with a lot of wind. For now, you get a new area: Old Shinsekai, the den of depravity surrounding the police station. Will you venture into the unknown and seedy? Or retreat into the familiar pods, keep bothering your overseers?

Maybe you plan something else altogether.

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[thefifthchild]

[He growls.] Where I'm from, there are trials where people would be able to defend themselves. Here, however, you make a sport out of executing those that you have already deemed guilty.

Not to say most people here don't deserve to die. I know I do. And I know you do. [He yanks the rope up, placing her against the stone of the rooftop with a thud. Only now does she see him, and Goliath looming behind him. She'll notice the sword in his hand, especially when he brings it to her throat, holding the blade against her neck.]

Last question, then. Do you believe that? About Kanto? Or are you just saying that for their sake?

[akudamods]

[There's a lot that she could say about the trials, but being rolled back is distraction enough]

Seeing... what little that I have... is believing.

[An answer that contains neither zeal nor concession, but cool acceptance of authority and methodology--perhaps a genuinely unusual type worth investigating--just like everything else in what he knows of her life]

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[thefifthchild]

I see. [That's interesting. He can't rule out the idea that this Husband and Wife might actually be gods, considering he's met his fair share of the fuckers. He doubts it, though. He's familiar with leaders who raise themselves up to be Gods. Ra's Al-Ghul comes to mind. But still, he looks at her with disdain, with a faint trace of pity.]

Then I hope they're worth dying for, foolish woman. [He removes the sword from her neck.]

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[thefifthchild]

[...before like a flash of lightning he raises it once more and brings it down on her neck, severing her head from her body in an instant. It rolls onto the stone with something between a splat and a thud, and he leans down to grab it.

He sneers down at the now headless body. She wasn't the formidable opponent he hoped for. Just a delusional old fool knowingly acting as a puppet.

He can feel Alfred's eyes burn into his back, but he won't give the hallucination the satisfaction.]