( KILL LOG - WEEK 2, VINCENT )

[abhoth]

[It's 11:00 PM on Thursday night. Most residents have retired to the motel by now, wary of the curfew spoken of in the rulebook — and with good reason. Despite the sun being perpetually visible over the horizon, there are still dangers that lurk during nighttime. Not only these "soulless beasts" mentioned in the menu, but murderers. Killers. Those who would seize the opportunity given to them by this game.

And that's what brings us to this scene, out in the city streets.]

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[elbowdeep]

[ He's got a point, actually. If it were him, if he was being threatened, or incentivized, whatever they're calling it, he would have done the same thing. First opportunity. ]

Right -

[ It's sort of hissed out as the boot connects with bone. Is it broken yet? He's got no way of being certain, but it hurts about that much.

But he won't scream. If he makes enough noise to alert someone, whether he dies or not, they'll know for sure who did it, or attempted to. This is just a child. The girl before was just a child. But if they execute the wrong person again - that's a problem too, isn't it. His sympathy has him bite his tongue in order to hold back the noise, but once most of it's passed the problem still remains.

None of them should have to die, but all of them have reasons to kill. They won't be able to leave until most of them are dead. So what should they do? ]

... Right... So - that's it, huh?

[digestion]

Unless you want to have a nice, but ineffective, heart-to-heart? That's it.

[ A pause, and then his smile is disappearing, being replaced by an uncharacteristically (at least, so far, nobody here has seen this side of him just yet) distant look. ]

I'd rather you fight back, though. You were doing alright defending yourself up until now.

[elbowdeep]

... All right, then... Let's talk first.

[ There's a pause, half considerate, half dizzy from the pain, before he adds ]

I'll let you do it after. We'll have a fight if you want to and I'll die if you win, but let's talk first. If you still want to kill me after that...

[ Of course he will. It's like he said, and he can't find anything disagreeable to it, but he can't help adding that. ]

[digestion]

[ Damn, he was hoping he'd skip the talking and go straight for the punching, but alright. He did offer, after all.

Kamui crouches at his feet, balancing his (sore as hell) jaw on the palm of his hand. ]

Let me do it, huh? Well, go ahead. Should we talk about the weather? It's not that much different, where I'm from, apart from the lack of rain.

[elbowdeep]

It's not that I'd like you to, but it's safer if it's me. I'm not planning on making it easy, either...

[ He sighs out an exhale, rolling his neck as he sits up, tentatively putting pressure on that leg - ]

So let's start with the weather. I'm not exactly unaccustomed to it myself - well, home's never as foggy as it gets here.

You mentioned your parents. Any siblings?

[digestion]

[ Safer... well, whatever he wants to believe is fine. As long as he continues to put up a good fight. He's nodding. Shitty weather homes, nice, relatable. ]

A weak little sister. [ He's a pretty crappy big brother, obviously. ] But if you were to think of it like characters in a book, she'd be the main heroine.

[ Gintama is so weirdly meta. ]

[elbowdeep]

That's not very nice.

[ Said sort of

flatly

some of us are only children? ]

[digestion]

She says the same thing! But really, being weak for our kind is a pretty sad thing to be. If she toughens up, I'll be happy to take her on again.

[ AGAIN. ]

We're a type of alien that likes to fight, as you can probably see.