#fukayna

[pharaoh-friend]

*Not moments after Isis stepped down from the stool, Husam is kneeling in front of her and pulling her and Feme into a hug. Despite having so many people watching him, he doesn’t try to hold back his tears, as he strokes Isis’ hair and softly whispers to her.*

Y-you did good, Isis, you did good. You’re so very, very brave.

*It’s hard to tell if he’s talking about her telling the crowd her story, or if he means what she went through to get herself and her sister to safety. Honestly it’s probably both. Picking the girls up is painful with his wounds, but he does so anyway, holding them close and softly shushing them as he moves back over to Rubio.*

-@prideful-khopesh

Edward looks around one more time, before nodding his head seeing no one else is coming up.

Well... I guess... I guess we should actually get to the punishment then... since you have proof.

...Edward thinks over what he should do one last time, trying to think if the decision he and his guards made was the best choice...

Fukayna begged, begged before. The words ring in his mind again. I'll tell you whatever you want if you don't torture me- j-just for a bit- right? I have a story, you know- you like stories, right? I'll- I'll even say it. In front of everyone!

Is that a deal?

It doesn't matter what he says anymore. His tongue should be cut off onstage.

We should listen to what he has to say. Maybe there's something redeeming.

He's getting imprisoned either way, so... (Results)

Voting ended onApr 21

[brightgoat]

Fukayna drawings, featuring her past and present self, as well as some daily life for her.

[pharaoh-friend]

Abayomi looks at Edward, still visibly uneasy, but doesn't move. He also glances Bastet's way, now wondering if other support might be arriving soon.

...Gh.

He bites his tongue, having many words to say but not wanting to risk Edward's safety by riling up Fukayna.

A lone arrow flies onto the field, and Fukayna glances its way, frowning.

"How long is this going to go on? Getting surrounded by a couple of hero wannabes who probably don't actually care about this guy, and just want a street named after them, maybe an award?"

Jitterbug eyes Bastet and Abayomi, still partially hidden in the sand. To their knowledge, Fukayna still hasn't seen him. He's waiting for a moment to strike- for all of them to strike.

"I'll tell you what. Not much longer. Even though I wish I could drag this moment out forever."

He drags the blade down to Edward's neck, making him breathe harshly. He starts to cut in, slicing the skin-

And Jitterbug bursts forth, arms splayed out to latch onto Fukayna's back, his own weapon flying through the air in a whirl.

Before Fukayna turns around, knee off of Edward, eyes full of rage, and skewers him right through his chest, with Jitterbug's sword piercing his eye and making him fall backwards right after.

[pharaoh-friend]

*At the call for things to end Husam growls lowly, not happy that it's over so quickly. But he doesn't do anything to continue it, just snarls.*

You’re lucky ya know, ابن شرموطة. If it was up ta me ya’d be in pain for the rest of your long, long life in chains. You would feel everything that was inflicted on every one of your victims. But it ain’t up ta me. So be thankful that most people here are 𓆑𓅲𓎢𓈎𓇋𓈖𓎼 merciful.

-@prideful-khopesh

As Fukayna is getting held up and forced to stand, he covers his mouth soaked in blood, looking at Husam with eyes so wide and fearful his pupils could just be dots. He listens to him, though- listens to him for once, not walking until he's finished talking. His knees quake as he finally moves again to the backstage. He listened.

[pharaoh-friend]

”Gladly.”

He steps aside a little to let her, offering the dagger back. Fukayna is then forced to the stage floor, Quibilah tugging at his roots and dragging him downwards. She then starts taking out a switchblade, and begins to cut slowly from one end of his hair to another.

"No- No! Stop it- my HAIR!"

As if it's not only getting worse from here.

[pharaoh-friend]

*Rubio kneels down and hugs Isis tightly, wrapping her and Feme in a cloak as she covers her ears and trembles. His stare at Fukayna is more than murderous, as if he could kill with that look, but he tries remembering that this is a victory, even if it's not the victory he'd want.*

*Isis tries looking behind her shoulder at Fukayna, but as soon as she catches a glimpse of that smile, she turns away again with a whimper. Feme begins wailing as soon as Fukayna is in their presence, despite not being able to see through the cloak.*

"Why is he smiling.?! Why is he smiling?!"

He wants to feel as if he won. He didn't though. He will never win again.

*Rubio picks both girls up and walks further from the stage to keep them from watching- they've seen enough violence as it is, the last thing Rubio wants is for either of them to witness even more.*

On that note... if you have children here, please leave. This might get... gory.

Fukayna's smile wavers, but he quickly resumes his charming facade. "What, you're gonna kill me right in front of everyone? Oh, man, just look at how many people are gonna be traumatized in this crowd! Won't you just think of the children-"

We're not gonna kill you.

We're gonna do worse.

[pharaoh-friend]

Depravity goes both ways it seems.

Kyle doesn’t cheer, he tries his best to keep a neutral face.

He’s a third party here, he shouldn’t react.

Nevertheless his eyes slowly scan over the crowd, seeing all the faces of excitement before focusing back on the stage.

The things he’s done are unforgivable, yes, but a call for execution before proper answers to his actions by his own lips….before certainty that all that are working under him are free. Before knowing who he is outside of this place. How he even got here in the first place. Before even a possibility of a confession….

Let the players have their fun. You mustn’t interfere.

Fukayna is still vehemently trying to get them to stop and think about this more. Sweat condenses on his forehead. Edward has a face that somewhat mirrors Kyle- unsure, but willing to give the people what they want. Meanwhile, Quibilah is sneaking up behind Fukayna with a hand outstretched to grab and pin that massive, poofy hair of his.

[pharaoh-friend]

*Husam lets Rubio take the girls, but he does not follow them, instead he gives Rubio a nod and makes his way back towards the stage. While mostly it’s so that he can watch this happen, it’s also so he can lunge to grab Fukayna if something happens and he tries to make a break for it. And now that he’s away from the children, he doesn’t try to hold back his anger, snarling and spitting curses at Fukayna.*

-@prideful-khopesh

"I- I- I'm- I didn't-"

Can't take what you dish out, huh?

The crowd is beginning to stir finally, excitement and a thirst for violence in the voices of the many, mocking the man now kneeling before them on the stage.