idolpro | hunger games: session 6

hunger games: session 6

[ 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. ]

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[ Struggling beneath him, eyes still wild. His left hand jerks for something--? ]

Let me go!

I will not. Not unless you can prove to me you are of sound mind.

[ Ok

Does ramming a fallen arrow into Zhongli's chest with his free hand count as proving he's of sound mind? ]

[ There is a long pause as Zhongli looks down at Venti, the concerned and shocked expression fading into something cold and unreadable.

Without breaking eye contact, he reaches up and rips the arrow from his chest, snapping the shaft between his fingers. ]

I see.

Then I will have to ask for your forgiveness the next time I see you again.

[ Zhongli's Heart Weapon disappears in a shimmer of gold (it won't do him any good here) as both hands close around Venti's neck.

And there is another pause (there is always another pause) as he searches for the light in Venti's eyes that he knows so well. But he does not find it.

And so the neck snaps beneath his fingers just as cleanly as the arrow shaft that preceded it. ]

[ The eroded cannot be allowed to harm humanity. That is a hard and fast rule that he had always lived by.

And surely.

This is what Barbatos would have wanted as well. ]

[ Ahhhh, good old dependable Morax. Some things really don't ever change.

Is what he might have thought, but he's not thinking much of anything anymore.

Mercifully, his body dissipates into wind as soon as the life leaves it, with nothing left behind but a few fallen feathers. ]

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[ Letting one of those feather land softly in his upturned palm.

He hates this. ]

[ At least it stays warm in his palm for however long he holds onto it. ]

[Hopping over after the dust has settled]

...Where is he?

[ Eyes still focused on the feather in his palm. ]

Where do they take our souls once our bodies have failed? I do not have the answer to that.

...The body, then. Did you--

The light did not return to his eyes. He would rather that this happened rather than to harm an innocent.

...Right. Right.

[Presses her lips thin, folding her arms tight across her body. Her expression stays very blank]

What--what now? Gonna bury what's left? Or...?