( 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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[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.