murder game #6

[shinsengumi]

Five teams: only two will survive. Destroy the other team's * Flag * while protecting your own to survive.

✣ ELEMENTAL ✣
Drael .s
Fenton
Griffith .s
Hassan .s
Helene
Kristopher
Leonel .s
Odette .s
Reece
Vox
* Yvain *

❖ OTHER 1 ❖
Aeva
Alexiel
Ellias
* Indra *
Jasper
Joss
Luce
Rehn
Shryke
Tristram
Vaughn
Wolf

✶ OTHER 2 ✶
Aubrey
Fila
Gil
Laurence
Mori
Malis
Nessa
* Oberin *
Rhad
Shai
Shanar
Yasu

♡ MENTAL ♡
Cyrel
Hollingworth
Lisette
* Olivia *
Astor
Tir
Qalam-Qir
Roswell
Siegfried
Sohma
Thane
Tsing
Uilliam
Visvaldis
Xian
Zach

⌇ PHYSICAL ⌇
Ashleigh
Brigitte
Cabel
D'Ivann
Kevlahn
Kieran
Kin
Koh
Kol
Larsen
Laurel
* Solus *
Talbot

Comments

PHYSICAL

[bloodbath]

[The rest of the team may be slightly concerned to see their Flag crouched down and rhythmically punching a heap of rubble, his knuckles growing more bloody and ragged by the second. Should anyone go near enough, it'll become apparent that he's chewing the inside of his cheek as well.]

[denmother]

[The rest of the team is concerned. Kin can see that plainly. The humans are taut, and growing moreso at the sight of their Flag fraying. If Talbot asks for him then Kin will answer the call, but until then...

He approaches with his usual lumbering gait, and doesn't announce his presence any more than that. He's not the sort of person you don't see coming. When he crouches down next to their Flag he makes sure he isn't too close, but he's close enough to keep their conversation between the two of them.]

You shouldn't. The others won't hesitate to restrain you. I wouldn't like to see that, for their sakes and for yours.

[bloodbath]

I shouldn't.

[He agrees, barely able to hear his own voice. I shouldn't. He knows it's true; he wants to know it's true. He looks around as though that will somehow make Leonel appear, like Leonel's the one who can resolve this sickened feeling in the back of his throat. Instead, there are only strangers, men and woman who are staring at him with revulsion in their gazes. One of them, he thinks he might recognise.

He punches once more, harder than before, and then pulls his hand back sharply, holding it to himself. Only then does he actually look at the person beside him—he's surprised, but not as repelled as he could be. There's kindness in this person. He doesn't understand why, but there is.

He isn't able to say anything else.]