hunger games: session 2

[idolpro]

[ You find yourself in your respective unit's zone, with a mini-map on your phone, as well as your objectives:


Kill as many competitors as you can.
Destroy zones by breaking their statues.
Not enough action = We start killing you :)

Underneath the objectives is the number of revivals you have left, as well as whatever miscellaneous details about scoring points—killing a unitmate results in negative points, five units will be healed at most, etc.

The starting horn sounds. Let the games begin. ]

SESSION 2 STATS

Comments

Re: CLINIC

[skyshard]

Of course. Whatever you want, [ the two of them, lark too, whatever and whoever Tsukasa wants, the outing will be his and it will be fun. ] I'll make sure it's the best surprise.

[ when his hand is taken he grips Tsukasa's in turn with a firm but comforting squeeze. Closing his eyes, he hums softly before adding quietly, as if it's a secret between them. ] And maybe let's go karaoke afterwards, too.

Re: CLINIC

[heavyliesthecrown]

I'd like that.

[ A smile-- one of the last before the disease renders him too breathless to speak or communicate much more. ]

Thank you, Aether-san.

Re: CLINIC

[skyshard]

Me, too, very much. Thank you, as well, Kasa-kun. [ Aether smiles, before going back to humming softly again , hoping to give Tsukasa a peaceful enough lull him into sleep as he passes. ]

Re: CLINIC

[heavyliesthecrown]

[ It might not be without some trouble-- lungs collapsing, the struggle for breath that doesn't come as his body fights to stay alive and fails, each second ticking closer to death. But he clings to the gentle, soothing melody, and the hands holding his, eyes closing.

His body is so heavy now, and he's so tired. Everything hurts.

But sleep does claim him eventually. And while his body shuts down bit by bit, there's warmth, too. The hands holding his, and the humming that fills the void and darkness that reminds him that he isn't alone.

And at some point, it doesn't hurt anymore.

His body sinks with his final breath as it finally gives out, hands limp in their grasps as he, at last, finally succumbs to the illness. ]