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EXECUTION

It's... quiet. The morning is quiet and dull and even the animals rustling in the jungle or skittering on the beach seem a bit at a loss for what to do. The beach as a whole seems to be waiting. It'll soon be obvious what-for.

At this point, the Chiefs have pretty much given up on the whole pit roasting aesthetic and just let whoever's gonna die do their own thing. But they'll show up at the appointed time and Hal glances over at the few stray seagulls perched on trees, watching with beady, greedy eyes before looking to the huts. Then he calls out, louder than naturally possible,

"Execution time, folks! Magilou and Bellamy have been chosen as executioners. Come on down and watch."

And then, as indifferent as ever, he steps to the side and waits.

chiefexe

EXECUTION

It's... quiet. The morning is quiet and dull and even the animals rustling in the jungle or skittering on the beach seem a bit at a loss for what to do. The beach as a whole seems to be waiting. It'll soon be obvious what-for.

At this point, the Chiefs have pretty much given up on the whole pit roasting aesthetic and just let whoever's gonna die do their own thing. But they'll show up at the appointed time, Cream Soda trailing behind them. Hal glances over at the few stray seagulls perched on trees, watching with beady, greedy eyes before looking to the huts, and then he calls out, louder than naturally possible,

"Execution time, folks! Lief, Magilou, and Prussia have been chosen as executioners. Come on down and watch."

And then, as indifferent as ever, he steps to the side and waits.

chiefexe

EXECUTION

It's... quiet. The morning is quiet and dull and even the animals rustling in the jungle or skittering on the beach seem a bit at a loss for what to do. The beach as a whole seems to be waiting. It'll soon be obvious what-for.

Both Chiefs arrive at the same time, Hal carrying Laura Moon slung over his shoulder while Pal carries her leg. When they get to the middle of the beach, they drop her in a pile in the sand but the corpse doesn't really stir, a glint of gold already lying in the sand next to her.

Hal turns back to the beach after, glancing at the few stray seagulls perched on trees, watching with beady, greedy eyes. The Chief looks to the huts, and then he calls out, louder than naturally possible,

"Execution time, folks! A... lot of you have been chosen as executioner. So, just come on down and watch and we'll get it all sorted when everyone's here."

And then, as indifferent as ever, he steps to the side and waits.

chiefexe

EXECUTION

It's... quiet. The morning is quiet and dull and even the animals rustling in the jungle or skittering on the beach seem a bit at a loss for what to do. The beach as a whole seems to be waiting. It'll soon be obvious what-for.

... Except unlike last week, the Chiefs arrive together. Each one is holding an end of a grand piano and exiting out of Austria's hut with the instrument held between them. On top of the piano, bound to it in loose rope is Austria and together, the three of them make their way to the middle of the beach before the Chiefs put the piano down in the sand and take a step back.

After that Hal looks to the huts, and then he calls out, louder than naturally possible,

"Execution time, folks! Prussia has been chosen as executioner. Come on down and watch."

And then, as indifferent as ever, he steps to the side and waits.

chiefexe

EXECUTION

It's... quiet. The morning is quiet and dull and even the animals rustling in the jungle or skittering on the beach seem a bit at a loss for what to do. The beach as a whole seems to be waiting. It'll soon be obvious what-for. One of the chiefs arrives carrying equipment for what seems to be a firepit, or a hog roast -- two sticks and a pole. He shoves the sticks into the sand, sets the pole up across them with a grunt and spends a while quietly digging a hole. When he's done, he steps off to the side and waits.

A few moments later, the second Chief arrives, Yato in his arms. Sorry to say, he's totally hogtied. That looks pretty uncomfortable... but oh well. He's going to die anyway, after all! He brings them to the firepit and rather roughly ties them to the pole, by both wrists and ankles.

He turns back to the beach after, glancing at the few stray seagulls perched on trees, watching with beady, greedy eyes. The Chief looks to the huts, and then he calls out, louder than naturally possible,

"Execution time, folks! Jacopo has been chosen as executioner. Come on down and watch."

And then, as indifferent as ever, he steps to the side and waits.

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