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hunger games: session 2
[ 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
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
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[ But there are certain people he desperately wishes that was possible with. Lark is one of them. ]
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Being surrounded by friends... all together on the same unit feels wholesome to me.
[ It's one of his last smiles, though. His breathing is worse by the second, his attempts to find any air at all causing great, shuddering breathes. ]
Thank you for...staying with...me, Lark...
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You're welcome.
...See you later, Tsukasa.
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[ His eyes shut at that. It's not immediate. Even if he, personally, can't respond anymore. His body struggles with the will to survive even as it breaks down bit by bit.
It hurts. It's painful, and his lungs and chest burn as though they're on fire, his throat raw. A wasting disease isn't gentle.
But there's the sound of Aether humming. There are the hands holding his, and the warmth against his side as he leans heavily against Lark. Reminders that he isn't alone, a rock to cling to as even his body begins to fade.
And eventually, it does. The pain disappears and gives way to true unconsciousness, leaving a strange comfort and warmth lingering in its wake. And even that vanishes when the embrace of death claims him.
Body still, he remains limp against Lark, unmoving and cold from that moment on, but somehow peaceful even in his 'permanent' sleep. ]