Just like last week, the pile of votes appear in front of the Sergeant, who counts them with practiced ease. He stands up as soon as he's done, pausing for only a moment, before making his announcement.
[Millium raises her hand. And, shocker of shockers, she's actually not jumping up and down excitedly asking to be picked like one might expect her to be.
She's shockingly calm about this, really.
You wanted a dead body, Sarge. Let her give you one.]
[Jughead is very clearly not raising his hand with them both firmly in his pockets but he is giving a what the fuck guys look to almost everyone here.]
[So many volunteers...and only one Clarisse. It's a real pity]
I'm going to be frank for a second here: if I could give us all a chance to perform this duty, I would. I myself would have liked to do it. But rules are rules -- and the execution room isn't large enough for all of us killing her, anyway.
[He beckons everyone, while the two bailiffs the Sergeant commands and the one who is human enter to take Clarisse away. This time, anyone who pays attention to him can see his face before he leaves]
Let's see...
[The Sergeant actually has to think for a while before giving an answer. Minutes pass, before finally he takes his decision:]
It was hard to choose, but...Millium Orion. You're up. Meet me tonight.
[ Oh, that sure is... a familiar face, and there is definitely recognition in Sakura's eyes. But she also seems a little torn that Millium really is doing this. She gets the reasons, but also-- she doesn't like them.
Being forced to make a decision like this, to save someone. ]
[Okay, so there are more of these shadow-faced bastards. Good to know. Keith's going to pick up that unopened bottle of hemlock and throw it as hard as he fucking can at the bailiff whose face is still obscured in shadow. If he had any of his knives with him, he'd be flinging one of those instead, but alas.
Maybe those rules should have been a bit more inclusive on who not to attack.....]
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You.. actually got it right again. Clarisse is GUILTY.
[That seems to put it in better mood. He raises a hand.]
Who wants executioner duties? I imagine several are itching to give it a try.
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I can do it.
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She's shockingly calm about this, really.
You wanted a dead body, Sarge. Let her give you one.]
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[ he will set his other hand on her shoulder. ]
Revenge won’t make this better.
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Truce? Bakugou was our mark first. [ The one and only time he'll say his actual name. ]
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EXECUTIONER ROLE
I'm going to be frank for a second here: if I could give us all a chance to perform this duty, I would. I myself would have liked to do it. But rules are rules -- and the execution room isn't large enough for all of us killing her, anyway.
[He beckons everyone, while the two bailiffs the Sergeant commands and the one who is human enter to take Clarisse away. This time, anyone who pays attention to him can see his face before he leaves]
Let's see...
[The Sergeant actually has to think for a while before giving an answer. Minutes pass, before finally he takes his decision:]
It was hard to choose, but...Millium Orion. You're up. Meet me tonight.
[Millium's volunteering has been accepted]
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Roger!
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Being forced to make a decision like this, to save someone. ]
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Maybe those rules should have been a bit more inclusive on who not to attack.....]