night three - kill log.

[foxhounds]

Who: Killers and Horikawa Kunihiro
When: The third 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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[hijiwanwan]

[ Hijikata bends over, and undoes the makeshift choker with the rope, tossing it to the side. ]

One more word out of your mouth and we're going to have even a longer talk. [ Small huff. ] Maybe we should see how well a collar fits around your neck instead, hmm?

[ His eyes narrow at Tsurumaru, giving him one last glare, but then his expression softens. He doesn't frown, nor smile but stares down at Horikawa's body. ]

Ahh... Well. [ He unsheathes his own Horikawa, and with a quick, strong motion... Chop! Decapitate Horikawa across the neck! Besides that are what Wakizashis are for, right? Finishing off the defeated opponents... Once and for all. Closing his eyes, he inhales, and exhales once more. ]

That's enough. [ Hijikata sheathes his blade. ] There's no turning back anymore, huh... Well, I said I wouldn't hold back. Whatever...

[ He's TIRED!!! ]

[gravesite]

Oh? I'd take you up on that offer, but sadly, I'm already wearing a collar. [ He tugs at the thin, gold chains around his neck. They're accessories, rather, but they're still around his neck.

It's sudden ー one second, Horikawa's perfectly put together; the next second, his head is, well... Tsurumaru's first reaction is to laugh ー at how overkill it seems, but at how their fates are sealed, now, and perhaps he's overthinking it; perhaps it's just post-murder adrenaline. ]

Anywaaay, I hope I impressed you tonight! Go clean off Horikawa ー you know, the only Horikawa that matters.

[ And after he's a few paces away, he lifts a splattered sleeve, waving at Hijikata again. ]

See you later!