idolpro | Hunger Games: Session 12

Hunger Games: Session 12

[ 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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Yes, I suppose I do. And I'm much too old and stubborn to do anything about that now.

Ahhhh, you admitted it.

You must be feeling very pensive after all.

I do not know what I should be feeling at this moment.

Should I feel remorse for Childe who got the fight he has been craving for months instead of the cloak and dagger games that the production forces us to play?

Should I feel angry at Alexander who looked after his corpse when it was not necessary to do so?

Should I find foul play in the way Alisaie died when she used an AlcheME! prophecy to take the life of another previously?

All around, I only see shades of murky grey.

[ Taking Zhongli's arm to heal the slight damage he took in the scuffle ]

It's simple really. I think you should feel however you feel.

[ 1 HP. ]

If only I could keep this as simple as you can.

[ A long pause before he puts his hand over Venti's. ]

And what are you feeling now?

Tired, mostly.

Death means little here, but suffering is still real. And there is so much of it, for no good reason at all.

Shall we sit awhile then? Until this stage goes dark as well.

I'd like that.

[ Turning to find someplace away from any of the ongoing chaos and also not. Covered in blood anything. ]

[ It is a water park.

Maybe they can wash the blood of some spot still close to the corpses. ]

[ What if they just don't think too hard about it?

Choosing a nearby spot against a barricade, tugging Zhongli down with him. ]

[ Pulling Venti up against his side. ]

I am tired, too. Of death having so little meaning here.

[ Flopping down against him bonelessly ]

It's very disconcerting. And cruel to a god of death somewhere.

But . . . considering the frequency of it here, it's still preferable to permanence. I don't want to think you died for real more than the one time.

[ There is a slight wince as that as he reaches up to place a hand on top of Venti's hair and tuck him closer. ]

Yes, forgive my selfishness, but I would not want to have put another friend down for good.

Even if it was the correct choice.