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night one - kill log.
Who: Killers and Ema Skye
When: The first night
Where: The jungles of Ship-Trap Island
[ It's the dead of night when you first hear it. It's the distinct sound of baying hounds barking nearby. This must be the Hunt that you were warned of, and though it seems impossible, they sound very close. You can try and run, but The General and his foxhounds are hot on your trail... And oddly enough, even if you do try and run, you'll feel yourself growing more and more tired with every step. It seems this wasn't a completely fair hunt from the start. ]
When: The first night
Where: The jungles of Ship-Trap Island
[ It's the dead of night when you first hear it. It's the distinct sound of baying hounds barking nearby. This must be the Hunt that you were warned of, and though it seems impossible, they sound very close. You can try and run, but The General and his foxhounds are hot on your trail... And oddly enough, even if you do try and run, you'll feel yourself growing more and more tired with every step. It seems this wasn't a completely fair hunt from the start. ]
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Ema - I'm sorry it has to be this way. No one has any choice in all of this.
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[ Finally catching up, Hijikata whistles for his dog to back away. Instead, he points his own blade at Ema's neck, and a foot on her stomach just in case. ]
Are you really in the position to be angry right now? At him? He's not the one you should be worried about, honestly. Yell all you want but we can silence you at an instant.
But that wouldn't be any fun. Anything else to say, hmm?
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Over the years, she's learned that it's better to be angry than upset. Better to be furious and defiant than let some pretend samurai loser see her be weak. So despite the foot on her chest, and the actual despair threatening to overwhelm her, she glares up at him. ]
Been practicing those lines all night? Get a hobby, jerk.
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Stop mocking her. [He looks back to Ema, looking far less amused and excited about this ordeal.] This twisted game has claimed us all. If not you tonight, then someone else. You have my sincere regrets.
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I don't need practice considering I'm a demon.
[ Wow... Edgy as fuck.
Anyway. ]
Hah. Don't make me laugh, this game may be twisted but at least I'm going to come out on top. It's the strong against the weak, right?
You're entire body is trembling, I can feel it right under my foot. How do you feel being hunted like this? [ He touches his blade against the skin of her throat. Then it trails down to her collarbone. ]
Where shall we start, huhh... You can choose if you'd like.
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...
[ But she can take Orion seriously, at least. She saw what this game does to people who choose not to cooperate. She's temperamental, and stubborn, and childish, but she isn't stupid. These are two people fully committed to killing her. Her body's as cooperative as a wet noodle. She's lost.
She looks away, the fight seeping out of her. ]
Just get it done. Quickly, if you will.
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Agreed. Do it quick or else.
[His tone is warning and without jest. He may not be a great swordsman, but he knows how to stab someone with a blade at the very least. Causing too much commotion could get them caught.]
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Fine.
[ Guess that's that. Retracting his blade first, he gets on his knees, straddling on top of Ema; pressing his blade to her throat once more he decides to grant her's (and Orion's) wish by doing it quickly.
And by that... It was just simply slitting her throat in quick motion. At least this will make sure Ema's screams won't be heard through the jungle. It won't take long for her to fall unconscious, but... ]
Death will soon follow... [ He whispers that, then stands up. Looking at Orion, somewhat sourly. ] Pleased?
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Alright.
I'll be going now. [ He has a blade to clean. ]