night one - kill log.

[foxhounds]

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. ]

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[snackoosniper]

[ She's having a really hard time determining how eyebrow she should be lifting at that stupid demon line. A pretend samurai AND a demon?? This is some serious D&D shit. ]

...

[ 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.

[wartorns]

[Orion meanwhile is looking livid behind his helmet. What the hell is this shit? They all agreed to do this quick and painless and here's Hijitaka talking about torturing her. Suddenly he's very glad he agreed to go along with him.]

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.]

[hijiwanwan]

[ Tch. ]

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?

[wartorns]

Define "pleased." [No, he's not. The thought of Ema suffering through death if Hijitaka were alone is riling him up with ease.] We should go. Leave the clothes she shed behind - it may make it easier to throw off a trail.

[hijiwanwan]

[ Shrug. ]

Alright.

I'll be going now. [ He has a blade to clean. ]